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

not speaking of his father was an easy enough task; made all the easier by the want to forget, even if his blood sang with the golden threads of Aten's own blood.

a shadowed traveller named @Ingram spent some time with us and spoke of it. if there had been an end game to it beyond sharing that their culture lived on elsewhere abydos hadn't been privy to. irregardless, the tales ingram had regaled them with had inspired abydos' own decision.

the appraising scarlet gaze of the girl goes unnoticed, his attention focused upon senmut and the desperation of which he wishes to be accepted as he came: a gift. he has not accounted for what he will do if he was turned away — a bridge he would cross if the time came.