11/29/2025, 7:19 PM
Worn, he made the path between Pharaoh’s camp and the sesh’s atelier. Traversed so frequently in night that the earth was worked and smooth as polished iroko.
This stillness stayed with him. He kept seeing again in his mind her small bounce as she worked. Her thin tail in sheets of rain just before the dark swallowed it. A voice was gone, and likewise, he could not shake the blankness he felt in not hearing it.
Not a length away— restrained, stymied and full of half-spent energy, he stared in.
Sitamun.
This stillness stayed with him. He kept seeing again in his mind her small bounce as she worked. Her thin tail in sheets of rain just before the dark swallowed it. A voice was gone, and likewise, he could not shake the blankness he felt in not hearing it.
Not a length away— restrained, stymied and full of half-spent energy, he stared in.
Sitamun.