All Egypt was in her grasp...
"I want to show you something," Blanche said, a little smile tugging at her mouth.
"What?" Portia asked, setting aside her book and looking up at her.
"It's a surprise."
Blanche led Portia to the edge of the campsite to the base of a small hill. The sun was sinking low in the sky and the air had begun to chill. Once they reached the top of their little hill Portia gasped as she looked out over the valley bellow. They could see everything, the little canvas tents and pinpoint fires of their camp, the great crumbling ruins of a mighty city, now falling to dust, and the tall majestic mountains behind which the sun was hiding. Orange light flooded the valley, the sky slashed with pink and gold and red, as though the Gods had spilt paint over the world. All Egypt was in her grasp.
Blanche chuckled to herself, taking Portia's hand in her own.
"It's incredible," Portia whispered.
"I thought you'd like it," Blanche smiled. "The sky you can see from the camp, but you could never grasp the full majesty of it. You can't see how the light reflects off of the Nile, making it look almost like the blood plague from the stories, or how the sun dips behind the valley, precisely between the two mountains." Portia looked at her lover, unable to suppress her smile, the gold and orange light bouncing from her fiery hair, making it glow like the sinking sun it's self. Blanche looked at her wordlessly, and kissed her as the last of the sun slipped behind the valley, leaving them alone on top of their mountain.