Lion Head Mesa i don't want to wake it up.

!!!

akashingo continued to churn and the call for war from the gods grew louder.

makono must earn her reign in blood, traitor's-blood to wash the pristine red stone of her throne.

senmut watched the figure of snow approach from atop the mesa, where all directions into the flatlands might be seen. for a moment he considered sending a servant, but in ten minutes' times it was he himself descended, approaching.

he stood before the upright young woman, taking in her vision. she reminded him of someone but the image escaped. "this is akashingo. do you seek an audience with the pharaoh?"