Lion Head Mesa Primrose

God-like, his voice changes the season to springtime. At the foot of the stone dais, Neith imagines dozens of red desert roses, and a choir of a hundred of the finest voices in the kingdom singing hymns of praise.

Cool floors welcome the young goddess’ dance, and in each intricate step she feels the secret depth of things within Akashingo. The amiirad instinctively responds to the magic, sensing the subtle spell of changing forms, like branches of a tree sculpted by wind.

Her brother; the apparition commanding his skies.