Firefly Glen [PHE] Desert senna

At that the princess can only tilt her head, puzzled. She was learning a great deal about feigning pleasantness when other cultures were outlandish. She could not figure why anyone would want to smell like saline and decay, but it was something she would inquire of her Pharaoh-mother. Perhaps Lafayette did not have pomegranate and sandalwood which to perfume himself at the sea home, and resolved then she was to gift him some before his return journey.

Regardless of smell, Lafayette was not so off-putting. He was kind, and besides Neith found if she breathed through her mouth it was not difficult to be around him.

“The red mesa is where the Gods live with their Goddesses,” she explains, glancing up into the green eyes with favoring mirth.

“Like me.”