Two Eyes Cenote Python

For whatever reason, that evening the hebsut felt it would be particularly wise to impress the minute lump of a neb. So she’d prepared the limestone console in the grand dining hall, the one generally reserved only for Pharaoh, Consort, and their most esteemed guests. She’d scrubbed the plinth so meticulously that it shone like the high cumulus clouds of summer, and set an ornate centerpiece; branches of green tamarisk woven with fresh blue lilies.

She found she tired quicker. Twice she broke from her toil to take a shoulder against the walls.

“You make me lazy, nunu,” she whispered to them with a furtive smile. She didn’t think she minded.

Eventually the room was set, table laid, low lights cast and drapes of spotted feline hides piled high for lounging. The scullery prepared goat’s milk and wild quail. Now all that was left was for @Gucci to be escorted into the hall to dine.