Lion Head Mesa Covered in gold, forgetting my skin

Like when the hands of a clock met, Sihaya knew when his time was up. His visage curdled into a sneer and then he sighed, as if he was disappointed. “Very well,” he complied. “I will visit you again soon, Crowfeather,” he said as he turned away. “To make you you are…”

A pause, deadpan eyes seemed to lose their focus as his brain calculated, “…well.” Sihaya slipped out the room’s door and went the opposite way of Germanicus.