Lion Head Mesa well, i know what you want from me

pharaoh of the red land, the stranger speaks of this place.

the one-eyed mazoi had not steered akhenaten wrong, and though it had been but a brief flash of worry in the prince that was promised's mind it was now lain to rest.

a brief moment, but there is a flicker of relief that makes its home upon akhenaten's facial features.


i am called abydos, came as a gift to the Pharaoh of the red sands from Pharaoh Seti of Osireion Oasis. the scorned prince speaks, continuing his father's mission of carving the royal from him until he is a servant and nothing more. a gift.

abydos' head bows then, gaze low to the sands at senmut's feet.