Two Eyes Cenote Does he speak to you now?

a sly grin tugs at the edges of ingram's scarred lips at her question. in the short time of their acquaintance, he is not surprised by this particular question as his companion asks it. because you do not believe. perhaps, it is not an answer she seeks; simple in ingram's truth and delivery of it.

a soft sigh passes through his lips.

but perhaps you are right. Ma'at spoke to the pharaoh herself. and the hellhound of nightmares was left to wonder what his purpose was; why he carried such gruesome images and dire warnings in his mind until finally making it to Toula. why he was made to suffer; always.

her next question brings a soft start of surprise to ingram, and it comes out of his mouth in a startled laugh. no. none of those things, though a part of him loved toula in a way, it is innocent. without connotations beyond what ingram would consider friendship.

for a brief time, when i led a pack she came to my hearth to learn our ways. i was her mentor, once. he gestures to the pharaoh and her chosen. today was both coronation and wedding. he offers in explanation, drawing from what he gleaned from toula under his tutelage and his own brief time in the ranks of akashingo.