Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

It was absolutely splended. All of it.

As time and time stole away Naberius from the mesa that was Akashingo, Naberius came to love the summer home more and more. Very so much the pleasure palace for which also it may be named. The red rocks and rolling yellow fields were lovely, yet the desert greens and golden sands were better. 

Thick green shrubbery, fed by the endless depths of two twin deep blue pools. The lands around the claim a sea of rolling golden sands. And there was palms. Tall, thin trees dotted around the other various greens of vine and hanging mosses. It reminded him of his time with @Eset, who had made it so that his bed chambers were fitted with them and freshly changed then faded from their green to crumbled brown. 

Naberius had been feeling homesick and this place had been able to choke down those feelings in him. There was differences, of course, from the birth home which the Cyrus family ruled. Mostly of which, the very large family which he had once been surrounded by. 

For now, his thoughts were far from this as well. After all, a coronation was under way! The scenery was already to a perfection naturally and yet all the while the Fellahin did all which they could to make it that much more spectacular. Naberius walked the grounds, sipping on drinks laid out and his sunburst eyes roving the bodies of those gathered like the little rogue he was.



 Allies of Akashingo or those who owned the crown a service. Visitors from far and wide, even those which held the familiar scent of sea-salt on their pelts. Some perhaps loners, freeloaders who ate greedily as they could. Naberius could only smile to this. Those who saw how extravagantly one lived whilst under the divine rule of Pharoah, perhaps would come to beg for a place among her people. 

And then he would come to settle into a seat. To watch. To listen. This time trained upon Pharoah and her King Consort. Some lifted their voices and sang to their Pharoah, their newly anointed god. Some bowed before them. Naberius too would bow, one forleg stretching out whilst the other tucked and he turned his chin to his chest yet it was the rumble of a sudden storm within the skies which lifted his attention. Raging. Clouds darkening and yet stars somehow ever brighter, as though trying their damnest to shown through the storm. A bad omen? A sign of blessing? 

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