Lion Head Mesa In my defense, I always fall for confidence

They walked together for a bit, with Harakhte keeping pace as if he belonged there. He ducked through the shadows of the mesa or squinted in to the direct light when they came to that, but nothing seemed to bother him.
The quiet did, though. He wanted to know more about Akashingo and was impatient — but this woman had been nearly apoplectic before, and he didn't want to deal with further mania. He had to be careful if he was to get what he desired.
Have you been hemet long? He wondered aloud, watching the blue sky rather than the priestess. Perhaps redirecting his attention this way would relax her.