Lion Head Mesa fortieth

Melody nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and wondered if he would dismiss her now. She half-hoped that he wouldn't. Senmut had better things to do, she knew that, but there was so much she could learn from him. There were questions she wanted to ask, and right now she could hardly remember the words she'd wanted to use.

She glanced back to the map, and her gaze lingered there. She would just have to ask him later. Melody could think of nothing but the stars in this moment, and that song, and how long it seemed it would be until the sun went down. Besides; Senmut had his coyote girl to get back to, didn't he? And his duties, and other things far beyond Melody. Eventually, she assumed, she would stop thinking about him; as she'd done with Pharaoh.