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The indulgent nature of his impromptu host was welcome, and only served to ensure Andalib lingered, like a flighty deer at a riverside, too taken with the weeds blossoming from its bounty to worry about a rising storm. Andalib returned to that whom Samirseti referenced, Compliments to your Haseki. They have a good eye.

It was nice to laugh with someone other than himself, and it was a good sound to the ear, invigorating to the spirit. His paws danced on the grass and sandy-soil, I dunno. A Pharoah gets all of life's joys, doesn't he?

There was mirth in his eyes, betraying his false-naivete. He looked almost awed, then, at the invite extended. His pondered it, his paws did ache.. and he was a little hungry. And this Samirseti fellow seemed entertaining enough company. Andalib also didn't have anything waiting on him, he was free to dance his trickster's vex among strangers and then scurry when the going got too tough for him. He dipped his head in a nod, grin fading to a more tame smile, like a boy chastised too many times for his wild hair but still unwilling to relent for propriety's sake, My parents named me Andalib, Pharoah Samirseti. I would be glad to stay in your sanctuary.

Andalib paused, a clever little spark to him as he rolled it all over in his head, and a little hesitantly added, As Ra bids.