Lion Head Mesa magnetic

ill post w ram next!

"pharaoh will want to welcome you with all his might."

it was not necessarily a thing of goodness.

the three large steps of rough-hewn red stone rose before them. she led nala over each, pausing in the open-ari throne room. it had been so many months, and all signs of the death that had taken place here long erased.

but still she knew it to be haunted. tavina guided nala down the descending hallway, into the caverns and corridors and arched rooms, with the scent of underground flowers drifting heavy in the filtered air. shafts of sunlight marked their path. 

the halls were empty, but the cacophony of sound grew as the sesh and her guest moved toward the throne room. deep purple gaze beheld nala. 

and then they stepped inside, two mazoi parting at the door for them.