Lion Head Mesa butterflies

he felt seen. he felt laid bare for judgement from a Goddess itself. he could not hide beneath the scarlet gaze, but he realized it had been best that he hadn't. for there would have been nowhere to go if he had lied.

and he believed he had been blessed for his truthfulness.

a low bow, pressed his forehead to the floor in a manner that was more worshipful than submissive. your kindness knows no limits, Divine One. i am blessed by your generosity. was it the blood of her Pharaoh mother that roared now? or was this her own brightness shining through?