Lion Head Mesa Isle of flame

Pharaoh was growing round with his children, the swell in her shape sweet enough to make the stone image of Taweret on the walls of Akashingo burn with envy. Between the arrival of the Ta-senet guardians and his wife’s pregnancy, Semer-wati’s vigilance was restored to joy, his life filled to overflowing.

He thought of Toula every hour. His dreams were images of her lovely face and four little bodies at her breast. During daylight he insisted on keeping @Tavina and @Izaiah close, that they would care for her until he was again able to assume the esteemed duty from them.

The consort returned from patrol, a task he readily took up in the absence of jodai and medjay. He drank water at the edge of the serpent, feeling a curious mix of elation and nerves, most alien to a king and a god.