Blackfeather Woods amulet

yes. forked as the tongue of Apep, He Who Devours Himself and is Reborn. ramesses did not recognize the language that flowed like a jagged river from the other. but he heard its tone, and smirked, the curling of paper held too close to a flame.
and what a flame it was.
more than happiness?
"you want purpose."
pharaoh's tongue darted to wet his own lips, watching the glint dance mirror in the other's eyes. "i had to find my own."