Lion Head Mesa know me broken by my master

Akhtar hummed, a gentle sort of noise.

I have only ever seen such a thing rarely. The ones that appear as hearts, that is. We may have some in the stores of the palace, I would have to check. He mused aloud, before looking to the woman.

His face dropped. His ears pulled back.

Zaahira, you must know. Osiris speaks through himself alone, or the voices of pharaohs past. I have asked many times to speak to those I have lost, but I. He swallowed. He looked away. He remembered the faces of those he loved and those he lost, the rolling of a heart across a stone floor. His scream, several years younger than now.

The priest pulled a delicate paw to his chest.

I never got to hear them. He looked up to Zaahira.

But I will not stop you the attempt. Incited, he turned and began striding for the stores.

Come! Let us see what we can find.