Khonshu too found his attention drawn to Ra's hair. Surely it would have shone like sunlight, just like the rest of him, had the man been in his true form. It was tempting to reach for a few of those stray strands himself, but he held back.

"A gift," concluded Khonshu, ever indulgently pleased by even the slightest offering. It had been a long time since blood was spilled for his altar, and he eagerly took every blessing he could find. He held the page nearer to himself, almost covetous, and he smiled. "And tell me, what possessed you to draw such a thing?"