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Jawahir had shown Sayyadina the Mesa and provided a brief introduction into the responsibilities of the Fellahin. The woman followed orders astutely until she had been shown to her sleeping quarters. There she rested and regained her strength from traveling.

It was that same Fellahin who’s sharp voice urged Sayyadina awake. She promptly rose up, fur amess from bedhead. “Yes,” she complied with a whisper, attempting to smooth our her ruff as they walked briskly towards the throne room. Sayyadina followed Jawahir at her haunch respectfully, heart pitter-pattering in anticipation.

As the pair entered the throne room, Sayyadina could see the change in Jawahir’s persona. She almost transformed into a different animal. The bi-face stopped her approach when it seemed appropriate, amber eyes to the ground respectfully but in their periphery… the golden feet of Pharoah.