Lion Head Mesa forty-seventh

it was midafternoon before senmut was prepared to leave. and he would not go without first seeing her face.

an attendant announced him at the floral gates to her perfumed rooms; he bowed low, touching forehead to the red flooring, and then raising up to regard @Toula with no small amount of reverent nature.

beside him, a single orange blossom, its center a deep yawning red, their colors together bringing to mind a strike of fire.

"we go now, in your name, divine one." how would she fare without him so close? senmut had no doubt in her abilities to amuse herself; it was her protection that now must be handed to her retinue while he was away, until it was proclaimed safe for the royal woman to join her subjects.