Lion Head Mesa Toiling

senmut's green eyes moved from where he had been instruction one child or another on the history of their great-grandfather seti. "speak among yourselves," the priest instructed as he moved from the room, hearing khaemwaset's voice pitched loud above that of the others.

as of late, any movement upon their borders was reason for hesitation, and he moved in such a manner, watchful teeth in sentinels trained upon the newcomer.

"you approach the realm of pharaoh toula, Wife to the Gods, Consort to the Black Prince of Ta-senet," a courtesy for the lion over which he was still not certain how to feel.