Lion Head Mesa retrograde

He did not come down from his holy mountain.

Instead, he sprawled drunkenly across it. Akhtar’s mouth twitched, and he dipped his head in mock mourning, wishing to hide the way his mouth wanted to curl in disgust. This man was a king, he should act like it.

No matter.

No matter at all.

The Queen will await you when Osiris takes you. The other gods will not reveal their hands, and I get no impressions other than surface level shock. He closed his eyes.

The only one to reveal anything is Isis. She is worried. In her stead, I am sent. Half lies, half truths, either way, he would guide this sinking ship or die trying.

My king, you should retire to your rooms, rest. Akashingo needs you strong. He demurred.