Lion Head Mesa Time

Is it not every parents worst nightmare when their kids opened their mouths to their boss?
His brow feels a bug in it as violent as the laugh he needed to stone away before it dared relase! They will be the cause of his execution! He will take the slice of his head proudly if it is the result of his own children, but it still is not preventing his flesh from coiling tight to his bones. "No, and no. Certainly not in the here, my boy." They do not excrement in the palace! At least they are attempting to understand...! Taliba 'bows' and scurries under him. Ibrahim, he's teaching. Aiman does not release from the bow he copies. That is all three somewhat controlled, yet he feels as though he is managing eight. "You will call her Pharaoh and kneel as your hello, just as I do, and as you will soon see all do!" he tells them all. "It is what's normal of a strong wolf. Silence now."

Taliba removes some of the tension in his brow with tiny puppy kisses, and a half-smile formed on the kingsguard. He's been so focused on working them as fiery warriors and keeping them alive that manners slipped the regime in some areas. They'll fix it.

It is Pharaoh Toula's time to speak.