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perfect! <3

Eset stepped aside and in her place rose another. From fellahin to guard, the way this woman held herself was quite different. Nefari eyed the snakeskin, returning her curt smile with a well-practiced one of her own. "Mazoi Zaahira," after this one too was introduced. "An audience with the Queen would be appreciated before the ceremony is to begin, if this can be arranged." 

As was the duty of a princess to represent her Mother's cause, the Amira kept her jadedess behind an expression of calm supremacy. For although she had travelled far to see the Hemet-nekheb herself, such was the nature of the present moment that Toula was likely busying herself in preparation. Not to mention that matters as private as these should be discussed with less...prying eyes.

On cue, a call of her name drew her attention from the mazoi until they settled on the figure of a man, masking the surprise at her recognition with a shallow dip of her muzzle. His simplicity and intensity was intriguing; no furs nor colour adorned his pelt with the exception of his citrine eyes. "The palace is surely quieter in my absence," a reserved chuckle, rosepetal gaze meeting his own. She found it difficult to look away. "From where do you hail, my dear?" Crude familiarity giving way to piqued curiosity.