Lion Head Mesa serekh

Through his talk she heard Senmut, she saw Senmut, and felt at-ease. He invited her close, and the drink made her want to be there; it felt much like the priests bed from the night of the wedding - soft, spacious, warm.

What did Nazli desire?

She was quiet and tried to think, but found the wine had slowed the process. Some ideas came easily and made her smile and even laugh to herself, imagining smaller scenarios.

Bathing with Makono.
Chasing the runner birds across the snow.
Watching the sunrise with Senmut.

I want... did she even know? Nazli had such a small life with limited experience, so what could she even ask for? It was not her place to desire things, even within this fantasy space, as she played at being royal.

She found herself coveting the physical presence of the man, his warmth, the solidity of him. The wine spiced her breath. I want to be someone else.