Lion Head Mesa moth

he is a puppet, guided by the strings of her vocal chords. his body rose and as it did such, he carefully smoothed the hairs of his chest. a delicate motion learned from so many bows before.

here was the kindness that had been spoken of. he thought, again, that storytellers could not capture this either. the option of choice was a blessing from the Pharaoh. he blessed her. now he knew he must return the humble worship at such a display.

i am happy and blessed, Divine Pharaoh. a very soft nod at the end. it is my eternal desire to serve as fellahin to Lord Gucci and House of Gucci — as well as the blessed lands of Akashingo. if you so allow it, Divine Pharaoh.

and he is bowing again, knowing it had not been asked but knowing that it shows his truth. his willingness. this is his joy in life.