burning sands shift with an uneasy procession of forward motions . her mouth is arid , her tongue heavy and useless behind her teeth . from what she’s able to discern ——— she’s in a desert . a seemingly endless desert , but just beyond the horizon there’s something resembling civilization . a bit more , the scenery flashes before her as if it were being projected via a poorly made slideshow . black and white and tan all over .
she eventually discovers herself , knees first on solid ground , the world spinning . feet shuffle , voices are disembodied but near , but no one is touching her . she’s whispering for water , mouthing desperately before the world fades to an indefinite web of black .
anticipation replaces the bones in his body, re-building his stature! guards claim promises of a noticed figure on the outskirts, feeding a fire within forlorn heart! could it be moses? moons had circled the goddess nut’s sky many a-time since brother been lost, stubborn-made prince still traversing onward in spite! chariot’s wheels crunching grain ‘neath, the snort of horses. the guard at his side announces body to be anonymous as beasts halt beside it. despair threatens his countenance before shoulders hold rigid. he is egypt! horus-made and forged of gold. a careless wave of sun-blessed wrist. ‘ ... bring it up. ’
a woman! strange, both presence and appearance! compassion absent, he is agog, brows pinched. careless instruction to guard to drive chariot back with the stranger leaned ‘gainst base within. deft fingers draw ‘tween pads foreign cloth of her shirt, eyes narrowed. odd! head tilts side-ward. ‘ -- are you awake? ’ syllables wrought with command, a pointed finger digging into her shoulder. he did not want to touch much of her.
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