Lion Head Mesa black pearl

They followed in silence, dancing on light feet that were built for desert sand. The priest, Senmut he had said, led the way through hustle and bustle, dancing lights and other canids alike. They followed with their gold-mint gaze, every bright color and splash of motion.


Until the priest would stop, and they would meet the eye of Pharoah. Senmut ducked low his head, until it met the ground. Bahiti would do the same, tucking one leg and extending the other in front of them until their forehead met the ground and their eyes fell closed.

They were made for this. It’s what they had trained for, were made for, were built for.