Fairspell Meadow Just tryna find the right words to say

Knowing enough of the mannerism of a King, Sokha would not draw too close as they moved, allowing the man a respectful distance. Though, she did not stray too far, ensuring that her scent would linger upon his nose as the breeze sent it his way. 

Any King desired worship, respect, and obedience from their subjects, while also craving the attention that came with it.

Sokar. How similar indeed. Hawk, with talons of silver. Even more interesting. She would inquire more upon this topic at a later time.

"Tell me your interests." The Pharaoh requested subtly. Sokha appreciated his forwardness and gentleness all in one. He was a man she could learn to worship quickly, if she didn't already.

Pleasant scents. They calm and soothe. Flowers. Earthly riches. Nature had always been a fond element to her. It seemed to be the first and only to come to mind. It took a few moments of silence before more ideas would come. Pelt collections. To wear.. to sleep.. to decorate. Not something he would need to provide out of his way, as Sokha was more than capable. But a King liked to spoil his treasures. Perhaps soon, she would become one.  .. and berries! A hasty, exuberant addition, truly showing off the enjoyment held in the substance. How could she have nearly forgotten!