Lion Head Mesa and not just the muse

she stood now. tall, rigid, thoughtful.

the young man that had come to her was the blood of his father, whether he liked it or not. a tactician, a guardian, a warrior. she feasted upon this.

i will send you to the west. to roam along the mountainside woodlands and warn each place you come upon, and in this form a bond with them if they do not know this.

now she looked to gauge his reaction, to see if he had other ideas in this tactician mind he carried — or if he would bow to pharaoh.