Lion Head Mesa i haven't left your bed since

ramesses supposed she meant to say she was content. she glowed with the touch of Anubis; she was a midnight jackal in a daytime land.
and he was smitten.
but he did not turn his eyes upon her. he did not stir. he did not breathe in the dust and the crushed plants and the stone ledges she wore as perfume.
"serve me as mazoi. let me witness you excel in what trade you choose."