Lion Head Mesa [mp] chaos

he dreamt of nazli, of her body dissolving beneath the voice of weeping priests and from the soft ash rising a kohl-eyed proud extension of ramesses —

he woke in cold sweat to find a servant leaning over him, telling him that the queen's sleep had been disturbed. after a moment in which he splashed water over his face, senmut went to find her.

atop the mesa, she wept and he sang.

and when the gold of dawn threaded them both, he turned to her. "what have the gods said to you?"