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kynareth had instructed ramesses to bring a gift for @Aerin, the sharp-tongued foreigner who held a sainted place among them.
he had bumbled through the land, keeping away from anyone who might stop him or otherwise antagonize his presence; pharaoh followed his task with grim, singleminded intent. she was a woman, and women enjoyed things that were beautiful. this was the extent of his thought process, and the afternoon hour found him proudly bearing a mess of slain butterflies, some intact and some shredded by too-eager teeth.
but ramesses had found all shades of the lovely insects, and picked up her trail. yet he decided he did not want to follow the path to its end, where teeth might wait for him stumbling upon her lair. and so he only tilted back his head, cooing a dove-soft note that wished her attendance.