Lion Head Mesa Whoever lets himself be led by the heart will never lose his way.

“No- not at all,” the fellahin rises slowly, eyes tracing now up to his.

She is always at pains to avoid any appearance of incompetence, and moves swiftly to control her surprise, assuming the same compliant mien whereupon she may restore the wits that were already shaken upon her last conversation with the man.

She closes the space between them, lips finding their pleasant shape, “How may I serve you, Prince Thutmose?”