Lion Head Mesa with the warmth of the sun

ramesses had put all thoughts of grief from his head, though his heart still ached with pain and angst that he had not brought maegi here. she deserved a proper burial.
but when he heard the familiar tinkling of the dog-tag and heard the dejected padding of gucci, he turned. 
he had been overseeing the excavation of good white stone found out, near the palace walls. the servants spoke quietly. "neb," pharaoh greeted. "it is good to see you."