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She wheeled away, Akhtar’s head spinning with the movement as he tried to follow her with his eyes, only succeeding in making himself dizzy.

He gave a quick shake of his fineboned head, peering at the red goddess in front of him, the rich tones of her laughter curling into his ears. It was here, in the unseen, that his eyes would darken with intent, and his steps would solidify.

She was a goddess. And he was a high priest. What better a match she could have made than him? He entertained the thought of staying, let it dance before him like a court jester. Then, he set it to the side.

Ponder later, he told himself, striding to meet the woman.

Movement now.

He would draw her into him, and he would let the world drown out around him.