Lion Head Mesa יַקִיר

There arose no formalism from the man and the consort was in great awareness of his body as he slithered close to prop a delicate maw against the holy seat. His forest eyes looked up at him, delightfully wide and begging. In them Rashepses saw a servant to gods. He loosed an arm and let his hand dangle towards the man’s nose, patting it as he would the snout of a dog.

“How reassuring,  Sesh Izaiah,” the king pealed, sparing no emphasis on his title. “Akashingo requires a competent physician. There is much to be learned from Tavina. She has been studying and serving the kingdom of Gods since before my wife was born.”

Izaiah conveyed little in the way of medicine– perhaps he was suited more as an object for pleasure. The king drew back his hand to tuck beneath his chin and lengthened his hips into a stretch.