Lion Head Mesa fourth

she wondered if the Gods took joy in wasting beautiful features on priests and priestess.

an unbecoming thought, but she could not ignore it.

the older priest was a man of long locks and silver hues. this priest was young. handsome with muscles and sand tones. jeweled eyes she could never meet with his aversion.

so be it.

she did not move, she did not instruct him to move.

say if i ordered mazoi to fell one of the wild horses the night of my father's marriage? what would the Apis Bull say to him and his bride?