Lion Head Mesa [m] signet

the god of life and of akashingo strode down into the wellspring as nazli waited in proper obeisance. he settled with his back against the far stone wall and lifted one arm, the only sign he would give rhat he was ready to be scrubbed and combed.
his lazuli eyes watched her face as she worked.
"do you often keep company with the priest?" had she not been with him again the first night that ramesses called for her?
his voice was honeyed, limbs languid, but the serpent's tongue waited to strike in accusation heavier than this if he did not hear what pleased him.