Lion Head Mesa Dandelion

Taken aback, the princess sniffles! It is the first time Charmion has admitted to not knowing, the first time a lapse reveals his lack of perfection! A mortal man he calls himself, and not servant to his Divine! Merneith is not prepared for such an honest answer, and her eyes blink in shocked disbelief– rather offput! Here is her advisor without means to advise!

And yet, it provoked a new concept in her charitable mind, one where she and Charmion might grow in education together, and this synergistic idea pleased her just as much.

“I do not doubt your capability to research, Charmion. Only, please keep your efforts from the sight and ear of the Erpa-ha.” She didn’t need any more fuel for Senmut’s budding suspicions– not when she meant to protect Khaem from ill rumors.

She smiled at her fellahin then, and warmly went to his side.

“I will see your room decorated. It is too plain, even for a mortal man!” Her words meant to bite, as much tease. Oh, but how much he meant to her! And she would see this affection reflected in his own private spaces.