Tuktu Weir nile god

why, was that an invitation?
mmn, if it suits me, they went on to answer.
sprawling now, reaching for the sky with a contented smile upon their face. rolling so that they can grasp at the golden fleece of pharaoh and mouth toothily along his neck, before resting with their chin against the plush.
dark eyes dreamily half-lidded yet strangely alert.
what tempts you so? have you grown tired of the common rabble—?