Lion Head Mesa they feed on temple grain ☥

"it will divide two of us," and he reached to take her paw in his own. each polished, coiffed, smoothed; they were divinity incarnate, resplendent in their own image. 

ramesses' eyes gleamed from the portraiture, and beneath them he stood taller. "the two most deserving, my sister. they will sit upon these thrones."

khaemwaset was far too devout to speak into existence the names he thought might be worshipped here, but his smile was singular, for neith alone when he turned his eyes to her again.

once more the prince gazed upon the thrones in reverent silence.