Lion Head Mesa yesterday i woke up sucking a lemon

no worries! been a lot going on <3

who was this? khaemwaset was not often at the borders, but the absence of their gilded godheads made him feel rather entitled to be there.

his akashingo, and a proud white smile climbed the boy's countenance: rashepses' grin. for a long silent time he only stared at the man, hoping to dissuade him. or at least test; the prince was always in welcome of a sport which rejected another.

yet he did not only move in cruelty; it was with brisk appraisal of the other that khaemwaset paused. "we are a kingdom. we use soldiers. but what else can you do?" the amiir inquired. "walk with me. we will give you a meal and a sleep at very least."

not hospitality, he reminded himself: control. a lazy paw waved back the mazoi and the fellahin as he invited athamas into their land. "ostrega. what does it mean?" asked the boy in languid tone, though his eyes sought all he might glean from the stranger.