Lion Head Mesa [m] Elephantine

“Such modesty. I will hear you have pride in your good work,” Rashepses told her, a smile slowly rolling his mouth slowly. The hooded gaze was upon her in divine relaxation, admiring her feminine eloquence with open study. Those eyes, the most startling blue he’d ever seen.

“I desire for no other to attend to me in such a way. They would only pale in comparison,” he spoke with pleasured tones, unfurling his neck once more. On the far wall he watched the fellahin’s lithe shadow as she bent over him.

“Rose,” the king translates from egyptian, “the color you wear on your cheeks.”

Did the coyote woman bloom for him? Rashepses did not seek her eyes now. He gazed leisurely upon her blue shadow.