Lion Head Mesa Luxor

Flattering words, perhaps only to curry favor with Pharaoh’s consort, but semer-wati was not cynical. He strode forward, dark hand gripping her own so he could press to it his kiss. In the light his eyes smoldered over her incandescent blue.

“It is my pleasure to welcome your return to Akashingo, hemet Medusa.” Two snaps of an ear and the fellahin were moving swiftly to gather up the many splendorous gifts and offerings in tow. Later, the father would delight in watching his children with their new presents.

“Come out from the heat and tell me more of your academic disciplines, hemet,” He prompted her through the mesa's grand entryway, regal steps taken close at her side.