Rosewater Oasis Let us treat

Andalib's head tilted - berrywine was a new and intriguing taste to his palette, and he had tried many things. It was a feat, one that his little crafty mind could appreciate the creation of. Of course, the sweet scent on its own was enough to lure him in the first place - marveling at the mindless and quick obedience of whatever wolf Samirseti had bid upon. It was unfamiliar to him, a different kind of splendor, though one that made his coat prickle with the slightest discomfort.

Still, he listened and he considered. When the offer to let him drink came, Andalib was eager to sip from it; especially when he thought about how it was a pharaoh offering such a thing to what was nothing more than a street urchin. He had really struck it gold this time, his tail wagged.

He licked his lips free of sweet berrywine, enjoying the scent still sticking to his nose, as he tilted his head. He looked a little more serious, for about half a second, before he was smiling again, eyes a-glitter. Andalib nodded, I have.

His ears swept aside, a little tiny mote of sadness drifting over his features, before it brightened and passed, tail still a-wag. There was a weight of purpose to his words. I'm a long way from home now, but I owe the sun.