Lion Head Mesa Anhur

The flower was touched that he had been thoughtful enough to share his view with her. It did not matter that they had needed a moment of danger. Kasmut had been thrilled by it, every second. She had also been rather pleased to find that Sakai was ever the gentleman. The pale Fellahin could not help but wonder if this was because his heart belonged to another, or if he was truly just a dutiful Mazoi to the Pharaoh.

Kasmut leaned against Sakai, only allowing her frame to touch him lightly. She sought some of the warmth he would offer, but she did not want to make it seem as though she needed to be near him, needed to be touched. Despite it, the thirst to be desired had filled her.

I have seen many beautiful things, but never something like this. I feel so special that you would bring me here, Kai. The pale pink of her eyes shifted toward him and Kasmut smiled.