Lion Head Mesa hazelnut dreams

the priest of flowers dreamt of serpents.

awareness flickered in the green eyes, but senmut must hear more. "tell me, what voice does this serpent have, if it speaks? and the renewing of flowers, is it a certain bloom or all?"

"tell me all you remember, haizel. i am not here for flowers. well," and he paused. "i wish to welcome pharaoh and consort home with wreaths of blooms that have been persuaded to grow inside. and then, perhaps later, a shrine to her firstborn. you will of course have full creative reign over all things, hem."