Shy Deer Steppes she the hunted

jawahir smiled. the girl was sweet, honey behind a clouded glass. one needed only to polish the flighty waif. it is called akashingo. they gestured in that direction with a delicate paw. and i am called jawahir. come. i will see you fed tonight.
hunger was a powerful motivator. they thought of what pharaoh might think of the little changeling. what is your name?
as they asked, the jewel descended, until each of them stood equal.