Lion Head Mesa leave me in the dark

the child who materialized from the the gloom was touched by the gods. her coat was the flawless ivory of precious stone far beneath the eye of Ra; she was marked by a pale rose upon various points. and her eyes were were the hue any reverent artist would use to endow a work with the color of waters. of life.

he bowed his head to her. "medusa." senmut was bound to oblige at once but the honorific slipping off his tongue was odd. foreign. wrong. it was not for him to question aloud. he had a sense of her power in this space, a wisping unseen aura which seemed to search him in the dark silence.

"i came to see if you would like instruction upon the god Osiris, Pharaoh of the Under-earth," the hem said at last, straightening before her pale ankh-eyes.