Lion Head Mesa tenth

ramesses smiled. "it is honey." he allowed her close enough to catch its scent. "the bees which make it are fed upon the poppy flower. what they produce is magickal."
pharaoh looked at her. "the effects are like nothing you have experienced. it gives a euphoria to all your limbs, and it lasts several hours. so potent is exposure to the heavy blossoms that the bees can only give so much of this elixir."
he was poised. his pale ears swept forward to measure tierra's reaction.