Rosewater Oasis Let us treat

He drank eagerly, just as Samir expected—and for that, the Pharaoh allowed his smile to grow, even if only slightly.

Good.

The boy was like an uncut stone: rough, untamed, yet full of promise. He could see it now—a sharpness in the gaze, a spark in the grin. Andalib had a wanderer’s spirit, yes, but even the wildest of fires could be coaxed to serve a greater purpose when handled correctly.

“The sun is owed much. It is our giver of life, our judge, our watcher."

Samirseti moved forward then, the obsidian panther brushing close enough for his shadow to fall over the boy. “Trust in me that you will find purpose here,” he spoke warmly, coming to embrace Andalib with a single foreleg. “Vahanet is your home now. And the sun,” he smiled slowly, dangerous and warm all at once, “will shine brightest upon those who serve it.”

He pulled back, standing tall and regal as the sunlight seemed to ignite the golden accents of his coat. “Tah-Elçi,” Samirseti bestowed the title like a blessing. “You will carry my voice beyond these sands. Speak of Vahanet, of its Pharaoh. Let those you meet know of its splendor—and when the time comes, call them to it.”

With that, he gestured toward the conch shell in Andalib’s grasp, his voice settling into something gentler, almost honeyed. “Drink deep, boy. Celebrate. I name you Tah-Elçi, and dub you Senedjet." He laughs proudly and reaches a paw forth to clap him over the shoulder. "The Wanderer."