Lion Head Mesa palm

ramesses nodded once. "so let it be written." she would flourish. "when the mourning is through i will send you off, my little bird. you will fly one day and ashikaga another."
and siptah. the boy could then be given all focus from the tradesmen and teachers. and once his sisters returned, he would be ready for a further trip, or maybe even training in mereo.
it would be his choice.
ramesses looked at makono. "you are a great tribute to your mother. do not forget that."