Fairspell Meadow Newts eye, prickle paws, berries and luck

the red priest of akashingo drifted into the snow this day. he had never seen it before, and gaped openly at the floating flakes.

and then he began to shiver. but senmut did not want to return to the palace, not for now. he had come to walk with the gods and to commune, but when he moved his mind to prayer, all he could picture was first nazli, and then makono.

his pulse raced. he did not yet notice the other. "help me focus upon you, Amun."