Lion Head Mesa Chew you up and spit you out

the shadow on her door may well have curled itself there like an onyx serpent. his gaze seemed ophidian, as if any moment he might constrict the room with his enormity. 

she ignored the first statement, sensing it a barb beneath her station to address. a thousand praises to our gods, then. the priestess murmured, tidying a branch of gaultheria which had strayed from its cupboard. the pharaoh is pleased with my travels. we have a new merchant to the south, who will pay handsomely for our winterpelted deer. she turned her long green eyes to the male with an empty smile. they find them most enchanting. their deer are red, and thin skinned. now she moved along to the shelf which housed her prized trinkets. the chipmunk skull, kept clean by @Sayf’s devotion, gleamed darkly as she fondly ran her paw across it. 

now, qiao’s eyes burned in the half light. what is it you require from me, khaba?