Lion Head Mesa butterflies

seen! seen! it scorched through him, her divine light so sharp and holy. it was as if she was indeed the radiant creation of Neith who could see through the dark wine of Shezmu.

his eyes threatened to wet with saltwater. yet he knew it would do no good to weep before prayers! instead he only smiled, something more genuine than the practiced look of a fellahin. it was not a smile for her enjoyment, but from his own.

you are wise in your divinity and holiness, Amiirad. praise! lest he does weep. so he thinks now of things to offer to Shezmu as well to busy such an emotional mind. might we spare honeyed berries for both and an olive branch for Him?