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Nokht had followed Hemet-nesut, @Racharra through the winding halls of their oasis paradise. He tried to keep his posture straight, his complexion clean and wiped of the usual dark scowl that often painted it. She was to introduce him to their alay-basi, @Arkane.
He might've even been excited— not that he'd show it much. Already he stirred with an impatience that burned beneath the skin.
He had for a long time now, contemplated the feeling of powerlessness, and when the scales might shift in his favour.
He might've even been excited— not that he'd show it much. Already he stirred with an impatience that burned beneath the skin.
He had for a long time now, contemplated the feeling of powerlessness, and when the scales might shift in his favour.
March 13, 2025, 10:03 AM
@Racharra approaches, leading a child, and arkane bows to her with reverence. samirseti's bride intrigues him, but they have not yet spoken. the alay-basi has been...otherwise occupied.
sharp eyes rake over the boy, assessing. a maimed leg. numerous old wounds. if the boy were meant to die, he would have done so already. nectanebo stands, tail flicking at his flank once. he will walk the sands soon, ensure they are clear of danger to his pharaoh. and perhaps the boy will walk with him.
"what have you brought me, hemet-nesut?" a tilt of the head. playful.
sharp eyes rake over the boy, assessing. a maimed leg. numerous old wounds. if the boy were meant to die, he would have done so already. nectanebo stands, tail flicking at his flank once. he will walk the sands soon, ensure they are clear of danger to his pharaoh. and perhaps the boy will walk with him.
"what have you brought me, hemet-nesut?" a tilt of the head. playful.
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