Lion Head Mesa leave me in the dark

senmut sensed a softening in her words. not niceties. not playacting. not even softness was the word, not truly. it was more that medusa had slid back the proverbial eye-hatch on the locked doors of her dark keep, slid it back, and inched the iron-bound portal open a little.

he settled himself with the straight-backed grace of a scribe. senmut had been this first. 

"Osiris judges the dead." his green eyes kept themselves on her. "do you deal with death, or only darkness?" for they were different, and senmut could sense no energy of sacrifices to blood gods even in these dim rooms.