Lion Head Mesa fortieth

The stars. She followed, and thought on that as Senmut showed her a map of his own creation. A map of the night sky. Melody was a little surprised; for some reason she had a difficult time picturing Senmut studying the stars, but she reminded herself then that she didn't know him at all. He was so far above her in rank, she thought she might never truly know him.

But the stars were something she could come to know. I used to sing to the moon and the stars. Mostly the moon, The words slipped thoughtlessly from her as she studied the patterns of ink dots, and she blushed. She hoped Senmut would choose to ignore it. Her father had made her stop, told her it was dangerous to pretend they could hear her. Whatever that meant. She'd stopped singing around him after that. How long did this take you? Melody wondered aloud, to cover her awkwardness.