Firefly Glen [phe] Iset

Her paw falls are heard before he tilts his head back to ensure she follows—Senmut’s words of warning echoing faintly in his mind that Pharaoh was considered divinity among her people—and idly, he wondered is she was used to such casual interaction and conversation.

Her confession stirs him—of course it does. There is a reason that so many follow her without question—that hold her with not just respect but love. “Moonwoman is wise,” he determines, his own tone quiet for the moment as he considers her question. “Her patience and kindness is admirable—especially when she is the head figure of three… villages, I believe they call them?”

Here, he glances back, his own pace slowing as to keep step near the bright-eyed beauty. Youthful—yet forced to age in so many ways. “Rodyn is jovial. He seems honest in his kindness as well.”

They were the only two he had met, truly—but they had certainly left a lasting impression on the man, whose own ways were rougher around the edges, it seemed.

“I’m curious to know your impressions of those attending,” he then queried, a paw lifting to pull back the large leaf of a fern that encased some of their own items they had brought.