Lion Head Mesa thirty-eighth

It was, most definitely, a side-step answer. There would be no easily direct answers from this one. Perhaps another night of drink was in order! 

Of course. Naberius purred out, bright sunburst eyes studying. Yes, Toula was sweet, everyone knew that and Senmut ensured that she was sure of the importance of her divinity. Having jackals, dogs and coyote as servants was one thing. To have them as commoners in her court, still, but to become Pharoh was far different. 



I am. He admits with a bold honesty. To marry below my station would be frowned upon, but this? His tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth. It has only ever been considered most distasteful among our royals to do so. It would not be... safe, for the couple, to do so. He suggested with a whisper. He had not witnessed a marriage at this happen before, in his time. Yet, he had been told tales, that should it happen the couple were never seen again. They were to run off together for their happiness, denouncing land and title, lest the head of their impure loved one be found removed. 

Of course, this was not the Land of Sun and Sand. This was Akashingo and Toula was not Cyrus lineage.