Lion Head Mesa [mp] glowing and growing

the insect was now quite dead, and khusobek moved to push it gently away. "it is said each night, the sun dies and is reborn in the morning. once it was also thought that the scarab beetle, a little like this, rolled the sun across the sky from one corner to the other."

a soft, fun story. for once, he found himself in enjoyment, taken again with thoughts of the children he had left behind. they might see him as stern, but never hateful, for khusobek had found ways to show his adoration.