Lion Head Mesa twelfth

the moon hung full and cold when senmut came in full rainment to the chambers of tavina and @Nala. "come, hemet," he said softly, adorned in the sacred golden leaves and white furs of his station.

time now for her mark.

"have you meditated upon the Goddess, holy one?" he asked gently. the corridors were all but empty. they moved to a small space, near the wellspring, dominated only by a simple wide slab of red stone and illuminated by moonlight.