Lion Head Mesa yesterday i woke up sucking a lemon

psst toulashepses is still in muat-riya, i will send u a prince <3

to khaemwaset, there was no reason not to act as he had decided himself to be. early he rose with the priest to sing solemn prayers, then it was off for study with the physician. back to the hem for lorekeeping and histories, the annals of a powerful dynasty.

he had come to enjoy the wellspring and the attention of the servants there, but always, always were his Horus-eyes turned toward the horizon. enemies lurked there, and his young imagination created a thousand stories about what must be happening beyond the line of mountains.

that call rose when he was in the middle of sparring den under the watch of a mazoi. parting, he panted and turned his sharp ears in attention. choosing not to wait for senmut, the amiir left their fighting-grounds and trotted along the red paths until he was outside the mesa. 

sun struck his eyes; brow furrowed, khaemwaset made his careful day down the three great steps and out into the red land.

a retinue followed, kept at a distance by a slash of his paw. the stranger was thin and of little account save for the blaze of autumn marking his frame. mollified by such respect, khaemwaset attempted to look down his own nose in the manner of rashepses. "you have come to akashingo, the Red Land inherited by my mother, pharaoh isetnofret toula. my father is the divine God of the Red Serpent, rashepses of ta-senet." he did not blink. "who are you?"