Lion Head Mesa heartfelt

she may have had as many things against pharaoh as she did for pharaoh —

i was sanpin and raised to hemet — she meant to softly sidestep and take the floor. to dance her sweeping motions upon the clearing of his place. as if she was sage, cleansing the room of the sickly air.

you honor me, no?

but she wished to talk no more! it was here she found confidence. a certainty in gliding steps.