The man chose the next moments in which to make his approach, and Hatshepsut held the small bit of ground she had claimed. Soon, close enough was he that she could see the temple-gold of his eyes, underlaid with a steel that she would do well to heed. The man spoke, and the Regent listened, pocketing away the information he proffered so freely.
"I am very different," the bantam creature informed her much larger counterpart, by way of response to his comment upon her scent, but said no more. Her eyes drifted over the scars visible upon his face; he surely wore more beneath the thick melding of his plush coat. "Thank you. What I have seen of these Wilds thus far is very beautiful indeed."
Loveliness meant little to Hatshepsut, however; she had been birthed and reared in a constant state of worshipful enchantment. Her place was in the field, as her commander might have laughed.
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