Firefly Glen [PHE] Desert senna

The amiirad is not so dismayed, prepared she was by her mother for just such an instance. Still, she considers the sea boy fortunate that it is she who has crossed his path, and not her more prideful siblings.

“I have holy blood in my veins,” and a pale paw is held aloft, as if in invitation for Lafayette’s examination.  “Only Pharaoh can create a living God. But some Gods live among us, even if we can’t see them! Tefnut, she lives in the water. She sounds not so different from your Iwa.”

Neith sweeps a curious tail across her paws, believing then they were more similar than she’d imagined. Smells withheld.