Two Eyes Cenote Amduat

It was Pharaoh’s voice they needed to hear. Her edict is made and no sooner are the people stirring. Rashepses ignores the voices passing like hot winds. A leer holds briefly over the guarded sesh to find his wife in affection too long withheld.

A travelworn paw takes her chin, tilting it up towards him so he could admire the radiance of her freshly groomed face. Her turquoise eyes are stricken with worry, a sentiment his kiss works to coax free.

“A convoy’s been arranged to carry you.” He’d not have her walk the sands. His second paw tended his wife’s lissome limb, pulling her in close enough to chase another kiss to her ear.

“The Erpa-ha has a magical tongue. You have the powerful magic of your mouth, protector goddess, effective in commanding. The Gods will listen to Their servant, and to Their Sister,” he held her then, offering his feathering as a pillow for which his wife could rest her cheek. He wish to insulate her from many difficult things, least not those trials which would come to pass at Lion’s Head Mesa.