Lion Head Mesa seventeenth

he yawned, he reached for slumber. she reached for him. devoured utterly by the inability to sleep. for when she closed her eyes it was the face of a father there to greet her.

i thought you were to be my vizier. her voice teetered on a tease. it mattered not what title senmut claimed for himself as long as he was with her.

but toula should be shabti. sethnakht could be a consort to her sister. perhaps. she did not know.

she knew he was tired, slipping into slumber. still she wished for more words between them! what of...me? when i have wants for company? she supposed she just followed her father in that was well? fellahin on call and —

she exhaled wearily and stirred upright. moving to stand.