Lion Head Mesa the oracle told him to beware the Ides

two days.

she eyed him with her jeweled gaze. admittedly she saw no reason to send him off until senmut returned with the jodai. why would she wish to put herself down mazoi again?

you will be told when it's time to leave. she decided with a soft, icy exhale. he looked like a boy in these moments. soaked to a lanky core that pointed out all the ways he had still not grown in full. this was the great son of the roman? his father was hard muscle and —

she stood now. she could have flexed her own muscles like a pompous ass. she would spare him the display and the soft ego in her belly of a roman son doing her bidding.

she did not need to say she was needed elsewhere. her posture and look said it all. it was time for her to depart from him.