Sheepeater Cliff eighty-eighth

"Lapis!" She repeated, gasping it from her mouth and staring below to the mass of floral dunes.

Never this high, never once, never twice, no, not with the spawn of Osiris before them. With a turn of her inked face towards his chin, the woman's eyes looked quickly between Senmut, between the expanse.

"Tell," she asked, eager, "of the things He prays for. What he tells the Gods when Ra rises." Legend imagined many things. Why, the erpa-ha could speak in a myriad of words, voices and tongue, and though she had bowed to his feet, prayed to his prayer, she had never heard him in this way.

What worse thing than to not know, and now she wished to know. Senmut could show her. Again, the yaret asked, knowing well the gods very well heard her now as the god speakers ears faced her. "What does He tell them?"