Lion Head Mesa Wet Hands

as a contingent prepared themselves to travel, senmut found himself back in the Red Palace before he could scarcely blink.

four children had been bestowed into @Nazli's care. he had stayed as long as he was able, reluctant as he bid at last his beloved priestess and @Eset farewell. for now! he assured nazli, heartsick.

he had set all the servants and guardians to cleansing the palace, unsure of what else he might do to occupy the spinning chaos of his mind. the trader's call was welcome, and he set out placidly and alone to meet her.

the eyes of mazoi watched over their discourse all the same. "you come to the palace of the Red Land. i welcome you in the name of pharaoh Isetnofret and her Divine Consort, our semer-wati, Rashepses of Ta-senet."

titles; rote; he was used to their sound and their shape.