Lion Head Mesa I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving; I'm your little scarlet, starlet

Feelings could not stoke a fire. They smothered it.

There were glimpses of the mirror, but it would never show like glass so long as she gave them. She could not reflect. He would not turn.

Shuyet. Long since spoken. The birth of what they are now began in those fetid lands. She had been young, but even then he had recognized the hunger in her eyes for something other.

Of Shuyet; perhaps. There was a newly raised Pharaoh there to visit: “If I return to Shuyet, you will not hear of it. This is your kingdom now. Take it.” Prove to me you can.