Lion Head Mesa Man, know yourself… and you shalt know the gods

Her acceptance brought him delight. And as she then drew closer, his fur prickled ever–so.

She spoke of how shone upon the idea, and he knew this was a good thing, especially in the eyes of someone so devout. I am pleased to hear it. A softer smile finds her now, chin lowering as to better find her gaze in a spare moment before they are off. 

Then off toward the serpent, where the noble fellahin had so carefully placed the designed spread for Toula's enjoyment. For this was all more–so for hers than it was for his.

Upon their arrival, he paused before the set of furs laid out for them. Thutmose would wait, allowing a moment for her to settle before he would do so himself. A gentleman's gesture, as he hoped she might see it, rather than a prince making way for a queen. This was meant to be a time for them as differed souls, but not differed titles.