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

“I am pleased to hear it,” she is gratified for the recognition of her attentiveness, and he is generous in sharing his praise with her. “And you will let me know what else I can provide, what I can do to make the mesa feel more like home for you, my Prince.”

The Sphinx trades his militant gait for a leisurely saunter and Eset beside him slows. She allows him to lead her to the crown of the lion with the expanse of the flatland stretching endlessly in every direction before them.

Thutmose’s tenor is silken, another departure from the commander’s tongue that had made requests of her on this very mesa days prior. Deliberate, tender. She will not overlook the novel affection there and wonders if it means he is in pursuit of her tonight.