Firefly Glen [PHE] Abydos

Pretty amusement colored the silent beauty. The king took his gaze between the women, admiring their contrasts. The darker is strong; a woman designed for desert heats. The paler gleamed beneath his eye. He thought of this woman of ice inside his sun palace, wondering if she might spill into puddles if he had her against their scorching walls.

A smirk, and the king was striding towards the northern wares, his heavy hand reaching to gently stroke such a pristine pelt as that.

“I am afraid we would quickly make a mess of such a memento,” his mouth curls brashly. A sweep of tail motions for his servant who makes the exchange and hauls off with one of the beautiful white bear furs.

Semer-wati continued his perusing, eyeing pretty trinkets for his girls, and for his sons something upon which to sink their teeth.

“What now for you, hemet-nesu hedj?" Eyes trickled down towards the golden muzzle. In his periphery, the anubis-woman stroked her’s against a spotted hide.