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

a farflung place of endless water and and true fire. 

senmut saw reverie; transformed; a delicate mystic beneath the veil of motherhood, which only enhanced her mystery.

not priestess. not sorcerer. something between; a pretty viper.

and did reverie know this of herself?

"raindancer. flamesinger. you have lived a life of beautiful and striking things, have you not?" senmut asked. "all our gods rejoice in music. i myself sing Ra into his barge each morning." his eyes were warm upon her.