Lion Head Mesa [m] signet

ramesses, having a specific perception and expertise in touch, sensed nazli's trepidation.
there was no pleasure in fear. he was an artist, not a barbarian.
and so he nodded warmly, reclining as she moved her paw toward the board. "yes. a race. and a counting game."
"the red stone is three spaces. the yellowish pebble, two. and this blue one, this is seven spaces. all sacred numbers to us and to the gods."
his smile was a mantle of fine linen which he draped around her. "go first, nazli."