Rosewater Oasis woodchip entity

Over the days, the desert seemed liminal to Aderyn. The oasis, however charming, is no exception. She finds that she is on friendly terms with some of the lowland residents, and on opposing sides to others. 

This is why, upon exploring the claimed area, the yearling is cautious, remaining a foot away from the scent line.

he appears; wordless specter on the dunes, the sands. drifting through his jungle oasis, a black cloak embroidered with the silk of gold.

gilded eyes quick to single out the stranger standing upon the scent line, the gates to his elegant yoke. as duty demands, pharaoh strides closer, exposing a flank of lithe sinew beneath black hide to the young woman.

scrutinizing eyes appraising before he speaks. you stand before pharaoh of vahanet. samir rumbles out. as he addresses the stranger, he feels the lingering presence of alay-basi, @Arkane, shadowing him. personal guard and, now, cherished lover. lifeblood of the oasis. pharaonic keeper of the lotus sands.

ears of devil horns perk upwards with please at arkane's following command. you will bow before his excellance.

Moving this to present, lmk if that's not ok. Sorry for wait!

She isn't alone for long, hopping a few steps back from the pretentious greeter and his seemingly uncivilized companion. Any concern melts away with their words, followed by bewilderment. "Bow?!" There is a shocked pause, pity and disgust creeping onto her features. "I will not bow, ya pompous ass!" I'm not even over your borders.

Aderyn takes a moment to recalculate; perhaps her aggressive scrutiny was needless. "Unless you are jokin, then- how very funny..." She forces a laugh, dry and uncomfortable.