Firefly Glen [PHE] hounds at bay ☥

never was khaemwaset far from his sisters, or den for that matter. doggedly he followed, refusing to be parted; they took place in markets, in small forays, in little hunts — all as one.

and one they may well be alone, if father and mother did not return.

war was an amorphous concept, something grand and dangerous very far away. something to be attended by the divine royalty of his life, and something which might one day fall to him.

as night fell, khaemwaset inhaled winter in the nighttime air, sitting still and tall as if he might be in part carved from jet.