Redsand Canyon Think you're in control

he was like an eel in the water. electric and winding.

or perhaps a crocodile. floating along, waiting for one who got too close. yet she was still a lioness in all ways. even if her title shifted over time. a myriad of meaningful beasts applied.

i treasure you, khaba. she told him flatly, but sincere.

he will see value in such a thing, you are right — but are you willing to be branded in that manner? do you wish to be viewed as the mazoi that i have claimed and lifted for the eyes of pharaoh to see?