Luneshale Pass Cerastes

Quiet and peaceful, uneventful. Zaahira wished she could say the same of her time in the desert. I am so happy that she is well, an affection pools in her eyes, lips tugged into a small curl. she looked so beautiful this evening. Fellahin did a wonderful job. some part of her knew it was Eset's own touches that made the Queen's arrival all the more divine.
How was she? It has been... so-so. I am enraged and I wish for these vile pigs to feel the wrath of Osiris. We have had few issues in claiming our new lands. except for one thing, that one thing; she looks to Eset as the duskglow cups her face and wonders if it is her place to tell her of this.
But she was a woman. A fellahin, no less; and maybe it was paranoia, maybe it was the fear of a man like Khaba rising to pharaoh nibbling and snapping at her — she winces, holding that gold-woven gaze for a beat. But Eset, her voice lowers, as if afraid one of them might crawl up behind them; heart catching in her throat. I fear we have a tyrant among us.