Lion Head Mesa the oracle told him to beware the Ides

she watched as he seemingly walloped a fellahin time and time again. she could stop it, but she did not such thing. only watched his work and wondered why he had picked someone less than all to train against.

men.

she stood tall now with the poised spine of tactician and pharaoh. perhaps want lingered in the blue of her gaze. especially as he looked off towards reaching rays of Ra.

mazoi, her voice hung in the air.