Lion Head Mesa honeywine

There was new life in Akashingo’s walls, and Akhtar should have been pleased. Pharoah and her consort had brought the next in line into the world, the ones who would eventually rule over this red land.

But all he could think of was he grew older, and he would never see those he loved again. Sure, he had those he loved here, but he would never..

He squished the thought.

Sometime into his convalesce, he’d lost little Bast. But, with the fevered dreams of the ibis head, he’d been encouraged to..take up a different path of worship. With a cats eye kohl, he had taken up something else. From Toth, to Bastet went the Hem.

He sat atop the Mesa this sunset, a bushel of fermented fruits to his side, as he considered the world from the high point he never quite felt.