Lion Head Mesa a[m]phorae

unexpectedly, something twisted in her gut. perhaps a flair of jealousy, of envy. that the poor we'eb was to be given one so devout!

he followed only orders, he did not pounce upon chance with passion. while isa was every bit the image of perfection in her actions.

her gaze turned sour in that moment, sharp and pointed. body tensed slightly along the side of pharaoh. as if she might be prepared to strike at a moment's notice.