Lion Head Mesa زهرة ضباب mist walker

it pleased the fellahin that of all the men, pharaoh came when they called.

it was a pleasure that they knew was wholly their own; that even the woman that would be his wife did not hold such power (mostly due to never calling for him, but that was overlooked). to see him striding from the palace halls and catch the light, ah! he was beautiful, he was everything.

i bring sakai mist-walker, the introduction was flavored by jawahir's good feeling. moving swiftly from the pale man's side, snaking around pharaoh, kissing him greedily and then walking so close that their furs meshed; sayf's scent lingering between, somehow.

do you like him? the batting of lashes; who was that question meant for, the newcomer or the king? jawahir's focus was entirely on the god.