Lion Head Mesa from what i've tasted of desire

a prisoner had been captured, had the first-day's report come from their jodai. with a promise to come and interrogate her himself, he had sent this word back to @Zaahira and gone to be bathed at the wellspring.

so swiftly had senmut entered back into the realm of politics that he had little time to think of how he might compose another letter to nazli, though the vision of her luminous eyes against the backdrop of the sea had not left his mind for a single moment.

washed, dried, coiffed, and perfumed with desert flowers, the cougar-skin of his rank as high priest was draped around the prince's lithe shoulders. eyes anointed with oilblack, he stood ready to be admitted into her presence.

behind him, bearers carried the great hide of the bison, and as he bowed with forehead to the floor before the Horus Throne, they laid it out between prince and pharaoh.

the soft, perfectly cured sides fell flatly away to reveal another gift: a bouquet of flowers gathered from flatland to mountain to seaside, and ringed with all manner of feathers in specific from those birds of the deepshadow woodlands. 

at her word, senmut straightened, not looking higher than the royal cheekbone but gathering in all his attunement to her that she had changed. her confidence had always been very strong, but now it was a force, a compelling draw which made her kohled eyes otherworldly and her gaze the expression of a very god.

Ma'at burned around her head.

"our first trading went very well. there were many tribes represented among this one village, and i spoke with others in hopes of achieving a new connection in the sunspire, great one."