It’s been too long since I visited the desert realm. What I thought would be a quick flight takes up an entire day. The hours pass slowly. My back aches with the effort of flight. The fact that I haven’t slept in weeks makes my eyes sting and my mind wander.
It’s sunset by the time I reach Sekhem village. I land outside a small cluster of brick buildings surrounded by a few palm trees and a lot of desert. I march toward the largest structure. That’s where the lead architect resides, or used to.
As I step forward, I make a point of keeping my wings on display. Unlike some magic, humans can see my wings. Here, the locals will assume anyone with wings is a Child of Isis. Like the situation with Cernunnos and Mortimer, I’m not above allowing a misunderstanding to stay in place, especially if
