Lion Head Mesa a whispering god

A puff of breath through the pink nose was the amused response. Forgive then, my assuming mind. Was Machi relieved to hear it or disappointed?

The same paw, unwound from Senmut and traveled instead to trace the path of the grooves that painted the dog's pale throat. I am only here because Eset saved me. That is why she left Muat-riya.

An army is not sent to collect a slave, nor a Hebsut, it seems, voice low, careful, unsure of the thickness of the ice upon which he tread.