Lion Head Mesa The view's so pretty from the deck of a sinkin' ship

The paintings. The paintings. Melody closed her eyes and reached for that focus, but round herself drifting in thought. She tried to see the red-smeared walls, but it was blue in her mind's eye, the brilliant blue of otherworldly eyes. And when she tried to hear a voice, it was one from memory that came to her.

A girl's voice, promising purpose. Pharaoh. Melody's eyes opened and her ears flushed, and she looked at Senmut as if he'd caught her doing something terrible. I - She blushed more fiercely, unsure how to tell him what she had heard, what she had seen in the darkness behind her eyelids.