Two Eyes Cenote and anything before is nothing

in a sense..., ingram hedges, thinking of the owl feather he carries among his threadbones. a feather of ma'at, collected during his brief time in akashingo. i am not sure about love. interest? possibly.

but that was not why he was here!

tentatively, he follows her to her receiving rooms; feeling like as if he were a stray invited into a palace. a place where a harbinger of death and destruction did not belong.

you must ascend as pharaoh, he fixes his seaglass gaze upon her; taking in her face. watching. waiting, perhaps. with your chosen who is to become your king consort of the red sands.

these words, mostly, mean nothing to him. a retelling of words conjured from the vision haunting him since the night ma'at had given it to him. it has to be so, to defy ma'at ... is bring about great calamity. to you. to your people.