Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

for @Rashepses

Samirseti stood atop a sunlit ridge, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon where the close heart of Akashingo lay beyond the edge of the hill he occupied. It had been weeks, perhaps longer, of wandering, biding his time with idle pursuits, but now the weight of his father’s will pressed against his chest like an anchor.

Seek Akashingo. Align with your uncle, Rashepses. Strength in numbers, my son. Ta-Senet must endure.

He shifted his stance, his golden-black form casting a long shadow across the rocky terrain. Akashingo awaited, and Samirseti would not arrive as a supplicant but as a prince carrying the weight of his homeland’s legacy.

The inky prince stepped forward, the sands shifting beneath his paws as he descended the ridge. Akashingo would mark the beginning of his ascent.