Lion Head Mesa Wishing You the Best in the Worst Way

Please forgive me again then, I hail from a land far from here, perhaps that is where my mistaken idea that only the Pharoah possessed godhood arose, Machiavelli replied humbly, shattered-glass eyes glinting in the low-light as he pressed down into the man's shoulder.

I beg again that you might find it in your heart to forgive my stupidity, Divine One. I was always told I was lucky to be as beautiful as I am, for my brain would get me nowhere. A tinkling laugh poured from the pearl-spill throat.