Lion Head Mesa mirrors

senmut was aghast at himself, and cut his eyes aside at once. "no! no," more easily, and then his gaze went helplessly back to her. "you are — beautiful, is all."

the dynamic between them could not have been less appropriate.

senmut cleared his throat and turned to the reeds. "when these are peeled, they will be made into mats. some of them will be used for — embalmings."

his cheeks burned.