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Let us treat - Samirseti - December 12, 2024
for @Andalib
Samirseti lounged atop one of the larger rocks, his ebony coat shimmering with gilded accents beneath the heat. The warmth of the day pressed against his skin, soothing, comforting—a reminder of Ra’s favor shining down upon him.
In his grasp rested a polished conch shell, filled to the brim with dark berrywine. He lifted it lazily to his lips, taking a languid sip, the sweetness coating his tongue as the faint tang of fermented fruit lingered. His head tilted back slightly, a sigh of indulgent contentment slipping from his lips as he savored the taste. From his perch, he had a perfect view of the oasis, its grasses swaying gently in the dry breeze, the pool gleaming like molten gold.
Samir's mind wandered briefly to Andalib. The boy’s energy, his flitting curiosity, and the youthful vigor within his gaze had been… amusing.
Perhaps the boy would stay. Perhaps he wouldn’t. Either way, the choice would serve Samir’s interests.
Speaking of... his ears twitched at the sound of faint movement near the oasis edge. The predator in him stirred, molten eyes flickering downward toward the source of the noise. His gaze remained heavy-lidded, unbothered, but watchful.
"Ah, Andalib! Come, let us treat." He rises from his place upon the sandstone, letting the empty conch shell clatter aside as he hops down.
RE: Let us treat - Andalib - December 13, 2024
Save for a brief rest, Andalib was ceaseless. He didn't squander a single chance to dig and pry, tempted by rocks and the way things glittered in the sunlight; all wonders against a landscape of uniform grains and grit. Watching him, it would be no doubt he had hailed from somewhere with a typical forest, given how he marveled at the grand palm trees the most, drawing one fallen leaf across the ground to sweep sand and grass awry.
The more civilized of tastes for bounty aplenty were lost on him - he was young, and youth found ways to play games with naught but stones and shadows.
At the beckoning of Samirseti, his head would turn, ears and eyes alert like a hare in a glen. He was quick to hop over, light on his feet like he hadn't burnt the energy an adult would've missed. He still kept the barest space between them, a traveled wariness maybe - but he seemed undoubtedly interested in what that entailed. Andalib asked, candid,
What is it?
RE: Let us treat - Samirseti - December 13, 2024
“Bring more berrywine for my guest!" A command issued without the need for repetition. From the corner of his eye, he saw a low figure shuffle away from the oasis pool, hurrying to fetch his request.
Then, he turned back to Andalib, a smile drawn upon his face.
“It is an invitation, boy. To indulge, to linger, to learn. That is what I offer.” He motioned slightly with his paw, gesturing to the oasis that shimmered like a mirage behind them. As the Ruhayt returned with another filled conch shell, Samirseti accepted it with a nod of mild acknowledgment before continuing.
He quickly offered the shell to Andalib, ushering him to drink. To indulge. He then reclined slightly, watching Andalib with sharp golden eyes, waiting to see how the boy would respond. "Have you come to a decision?"
RE: Let us treat - Andalib - December 16, 2024
Andalib's head tilted - berrywine was a new and intriguing taste to his palette, and he had tried many things. It was a feat, one that his little crafty mind could appreciate the creation of. Of course, the sweet scent on its own was enough to lure him in the first place - marveling at the mindless and quick obedience of whatever wolf Samirseti had bid upon. It was unfamiliar to him, a different kind of splendor, though one that made his coat prickle with the slightest discomfort.
Still, he listened and he considered. When the offer to let him drink came, Andalib was eager to sip from it; especially when he thought about how it was a pharaoh offering such a thing to what was nothing more than a street urchin. He had really struck it gold this time, his tail wagged.
He licked his lips free of sweet berrywine, enjoying the scent still sticking to his nose, as he tilted his head. He looked a little more serious, for about half a second, before he was smiling again, eyes a-glitter. Andalib nodded,
I have.
His ears swept aside, a little tiny mote of sadness drifting over his features, before it brightened and passed, tail still a-wag. There was a weight of purpose to his words.
I'm a long way from home now, but I owe the sun.
RE: Let us treat - Samirseti - December 17, 2024
He drank eagerly, just as Samir expected—and for that, the Pharaoh allowed his smile to grow, even if only slightly.
Good.
The boy was like an uncut stone: rough, untamed, yet full of promise. He could see it now—a sharpness in the gaze, a spark in the grin. Andalib had a wanderer’s spirit, yes, but even the wildest of fires could be coaxed to serve a greater purpose when handled correctly.
“The sun is owed much. It is our giver of life, our judge, our watcher."
Samirseti moved forward then, the obsidian panther brushing close enough for his shadow to fall over the boy. “Trust in me that you will find purpose here,” he spoke warmly, coming to embrace Andalib with a single foreleg. “Vahanet is your home now. And the sun,” he smiled slowly, dangerous and warm all at once, “will shine brightest upon those who serve it.”
He pulled back, standing tall and regal as the sunlight seemed to ignite the golden accents of his coat. “Tah-Elçi,” Samirseti bestowed the title like a blessing. “You will carry my voice beyond these sands. Speak of Vahanet, of its Pharaoh. Let those you meet know of its splendor—and when the time comes, call them to it.”
With that, he gestured toward the conch shell in Andalib’s grasp, his voice settling into something gentler, almost honeyed. “Drink deep, boy. Celebrate. I name you Tah-Elçi, and dub you Senedjet." He laughs proudly and reaches a paw forth to clap him over the shoulder. "The Wanderer."