Dahozhoni Meadow you want someone to be

a stranger approaches — the source of the noise. drawn from the almost half state of sleep akhenaten had begun to fall into, his head rises. with a suddenness that leaves the blood rushing in his ears. but he is unfamiliar lands with nothing but strangers all around him. there is no familiarity to be found here.

and so unease makes its home in his chest even as he rises to his paws; effectively chasing away sleep despite how his body craves it.

hail stranger, calls out the prince that was promised; gaze taking in the silhouette that gives shape and then color to the other man.