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He was an eager thing, a reminder of who Akhtar had been once upon a time, and he smiled to see it.

Very good. I will teach you as I was taught. He said, eyeing the boy from one side of his face as his muzzle remained pointed up, towards the wall.

I am painting this wall today. It has remained bare for too long. This was the first thing I did as a student, so. He gave a gentle shove of the liquid towards Senmut.

Paint something. Anything. Show the gods how you honor them. Akhtar remembered doing this himself, though he was far younger than the boy. The priest reared back, pressing his clean paw to the wall as support, before beginning to paint something in odd, slashing lines.