Serpent Lake הזר

Legend felt as though she should have heard Minya before, and if she recognized it at all, she showed nothing. Only watchful eyes and close lips, with unwavering eyes, a cold soul. He turned from her. Silky in his turns, and of stone in others. Unmoving, the corners of her eyes were left with nothing but to take in the peppering along his back; the dark fades along his spine, as if moonlight had only touched his night through the filter of clouds.

A prolonged silence went on long enough for her to take notice of a cool breeze. "The Pharaoh." More than a Queen. "She is not far." Enough of a walk that she hoped the man would crumble and fall. The spry river may have prevented that. "I will take him to her. To say that I-zaiah of Minya comes with service for Her Divineness." It was one of the few ways that he would have been granted access to the Pharaoh.

"Is that what he wants?"