Lion Head Mesa brass

several times he felt his face contort in anger, but in the end ramesses was left wanting for it. he felt as though he were a discarded skin lying upon a dirty midden. the scent of his body was an assault upon his own nostrils. he felt the good stone of the mesa behind his head and saw that akashingo still stood.
she was correct. he would not say it aloud. Amun turned His face toward the sesh.
Thoth walks with that one.
a long beak clacked in agreement.
ramesses snorted a breath through his nostrils but he did climb to his feet to face her. for a long moment he only stared into the purpled stare of the doctor. "do not make it a habit to lose your tongue," he told her, but the order lacked any briskness.
satsu. her face burned in his mind.