Lion Head Mesa Switch my whip, came back in black

she could play coy or cold. she could pretend to not see the young man who stood alongside senmut. draped in furs of earthen tones beyond the sandy ranges of akashingo.

but she did not grant him attention until she was called.

then she swept back to them like a hot desert breeze. lapis eyes laid heavily on the boy at once. fixed with a rich interest like a prize horse had been gifted to her now.

and who is my guest?

spoken with honey as she kept eyes fixed upon the stranger, wondering if he'd follow the customs of bowing.