Redsand Canyon winnowing

the notion of requirements flamed through pharaoh. and yet he maintained his courtly resolve. "i think you will find your tastes catered there, divine one," and here he stood to his paws.
"one of us will return to you here."
the thought of blood, washing away the saints during their war —
he kept it to himself, and bowed to both kynareth and nyra. when the proud head lifted, he waited to be dismissed. 
and in his soul, the image of the mesa burned unwaveringly.