Lion Head Mesa Orion aims and shoots his arrows oh so far (wp)

senmut listened.

"Ra touches all hours of our day." his voice was soft. nazli had heard the morning call to the sun, each day, sung by himself or ahktar. 

the priest was solemn. "perhaps it is Ptah who calls to you. he is the god of work and tradesmen. maybe he means for you to become a mazoi. one day." was such a thing possible? he did not want to give her false hope.

now his green eyes crept with shy fondness to her own, a sliver of how awkward he had been before.