Rosewater Oasis the sands of time

His reflection cast a dark shadow over the lake, like a cloud laden with rain yet to fall. His words and his name, regal as they were, cloaked a barely disguised threat that Ezen was perceptive enough to understand. It was often the silken-talkers that held the most malice. 

"Then by extension, that makes me yours too," her tail flicked in thought, "Pharaoh Samirseti." Rolling the title over her tongue, she shot him a sideways glance. Better to be prepared for rain than be swept up in its floodwaters. It had been a long time since she had run with the clan, longer still since she had revelled in the protection of others. Perhaps the dark man would take pity on her - a poor, thirsty traveller - if she could prove she was worthy of the oasis' sanctuary.

"Ezen," she relented the information to him, a defiant fire still present in her gaze.