Lion Head Mesa the wheat from the chaff ☥

but it was the eye's of Merneith's own that watched it all now. the priest and the prince. charmion had helped gather the supplies for all of this. after all, he knew he must witness these things closely now.

it all ended in a flurry befitting a war-prayer more than a flood blessing. he gave no reaction to it all. a stone servant who stayed steadfast as witness and puppet both.

he prostrated himself in a way that was both worshipful and sacrifice both. if there was still raging energy to spare but no petals left, let him be the flesh to carry the burden. if there was need for more services in the wake of such fury, let him be the body to attend it.

he offered his presence as devotion to Akashingo — as devotion to Amiirad.