July 14, 2023, 11:50 AM
The palace is more alive at night, at times.
Men roar with testosterone and alcohol, drowning their sorrows and begging the Gods to shield their eyes. Akashingo should be lit red with neon signs.
Carefully, Zaahira guides the fellahin through the passageways; she points out the chambers of people she should come to know, the paths that lead to the catacombs where their prisoner lies, shrouded in shadow. They daunted her when she had first arrived, and now, she knows them like the back of her hand.
Coming upon the aspwoman's quarters, she comes down to a sit in the room that still lays mostly empty. It is hollow, perhaps a bit depressing; but decoration was not one of her specialties.
Men roar with testosterone and alcohol, drowning their sorrows and begging the Gods to shield their eyes. Akashingo should be lit red with neon signs.
Carefully, Zaahira guides the fellahin through the passageways; she points out the chambers of people she should come to know, the paths that lead to the catacombs where their prisoner lies, shrouded in shadow. They daunted her when she had first arrived, and now, she knows them like the back of her hand.
Coming upon the aspwoman's quarters, she comes down to a sit in the room that still lays mostly empty. It is hollow, perhaps a bit depressing; but decoration was not one of her specialties.
Come, sit with me,she invites, a warmth to her tone that had not been there in the wellspring. Apprehensively, she takes a paw and nudges the woven bowl of mahogany liquid towards her companion.
You may drink, if you would like. I know not everyone is fond of wine.
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RE: Viper - by Zaahira - July 14, 2023, 11:50 AM