Lion Head Mesa Was-sceptre

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arrival of Muat-riya to Akashingo <3

The mazoi had seen each alcove emptied; every last denizen of the cenote fitted with their belongings and put upon the passage into the North. Journeying was slow, children hindered their pace and the king found himself growing irrepressibly restless.

When the wind blew down from kintla, the air smelled of allspice and lotus milk even here, three miles from the Mesa. Semer-wati saw it anew, lancing the belt of flatlands like the construct of man. He could close his eyes and still see it as the scepter of red, grander than any stone castle known to Pharaoh’s past.

The hot gaze drifted to Toula where she sat proudly upon the shoulders of her mazoi. The mother would want to see how her children had grown, but it was important she make immediate contact with Senmut. Rashepses instructed a pair of fellahin to hasten ahead and inform the Erpa-ha, though his heart ached too to see their sons and daughters.

As they set foot upon the kingdom one of the royal guards hailed them heartily. The mazoi lowered Pharaoh to her paws and the King stepped in to receive her.