Lion Head Mesa lapis

Being summoned was something that gnawed at the woman’s nerves—being so new, her place amongst them was precarious at best, and yet she looked forward to this all the same—to meet the mother of her new ward—to gain better knowledge of what Pharaoh herself wished to see her teach them—how best to guide them.

Eager to ensure the best first impression, she moved with swiftness among the halls, still learning her way among them. She swallowed her nerves—lazuli eyes falling only briefly upon the set meal before her, but looking in quiet admiration of the beaming woman before her.

And oh, she was stunning! An aura of kindness emanated from her, and giving one last internal shake of her own fear, she stepped forward, muzzle dipping low as she made her presence known. “Great Pharaoh, thank you for meeting with me.”