Lion Head Mesa fortieth

Melody kept her eyes fixed to the Fellahin as Senmut spoke, and slowly steadied her focus. It sounded like important work — and that was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? But she wasn't sure she was ready to be important to anyone at all, much less the ones who led them.

He wasn't asking her, though. He was telling her. So she nodded as she listened, eyes following the servant until suddenly there was no servant to look at, and her gaze turned helplessly back to Senmut. She would have to learn to tolerate his presence, she thought. They would be working together.

Okay, She paused. How will I choose? It didn't make much sense to her, choosing days, but she figured in time it would. She hoped, anyway.