Luneshale Pass Heavy as the weight in my chest, oh, this seldom dread

PPing khu and referencing at least one other mazoi!

there were no redstone fortifications here, no maze of rooms in which to hide a queen.

now she stood among her people, and though she was kept to their center, senmut found himself on high awareness. the desert lent itself well to his coat, and he kept his eyes black-lined against the glare of Ra each day.

a call. an ordering flick of red tail, emphatic as snapped fingers. the mazoi converged, circled.

senmut set his eyes on a wisplike woman of gold and a small child. "who are you?" he asked with quiet firmness. she was all but harmless beneath the hard gaze of khusobek, but stranger spies had been used.