Two Eyes Cenote iii. ḫp ỉb

and all of muat-riya would hear the praise had come from his lips alone. that they would all know of his presence, and what new royal blood the red sands called one of theirs.

a tour would be lovely, he answers in a low, smooth hum. 

she does not seem as wary of his presence as the nebet racharra was. and this delights him. 

walking with a fair distance between them, yet still close enough, he regards her with more words in tow. how many do you house here, hebsut? he is curious to know of what fruits he might find here. hopefully, there are of many!