Lion Head Mesa Toiling

Golden eyes, luminous against his pale visage, flickered to Senmut as a faint smile curved his lips.

"You honor me, Erpa-ha," he replied, his voice smooth. "A pleasure to meet you. I am Isisnofret." Reciting his name never grew more easy. "But perhaps just Isis will taste better upon your tongue."

He fell into step beside Senmut, his pale, lithe frame moving with effortless grace against the shifting sands.

"You must forgive my ignorance," Iset continued, his tone casual yet probing. "Tell me, if you do not mind, of Akashingo?"

Around, he looked. Eyes flittering about the grandeur of the warm mesa.