Lion Head Mesa bull

she stayed close to him.

perhaps that in and of itself would be suspicious, invite whispers and traveling words. it mattered not to her in those feverish moments. overcome by the world at large all at once.

i do not know if i miss when my days were just of worship, prayers and painting. the training of a princess. and idle thought too large for the girl who had only just begun to fill out the final stretches of her frame.

is there a painting for...

me she wanted to say. crown prince, Apis Bull worshipper.

somehow she felt small among the decorated walls.