Rosewater Oasis I desire violently—and I wait.

Son of the Sun. Ruler of the scorching deserts and his own very oasis. Liora could see the way his eyes brightened at her title. Good, the woman thought. It was what she deserved. Adoration, worship, and praise was what she had been raised on after all. His smile held something darker, something that should have scared her away, but she was so tired. She wasn't made for this life of trekking and toiling with lesser beings. So, flashing her prettiest manufactured smile, Liora let him examine her with scrutinizing eyes. 

He moved closer, touching her, another allowance she granted the man. It helped that he himself was rather easy on the eyes. Curling around her, black and white fur met in glancing brushes. Dark and light. Night and day. Sun and moon. Had the gods taken her Sun only to replace it with another? The thought was not lost on her, rolling around in her heat-exhausted mind. 

Mouth practically watering at his offer, Liora weighed her odds. Follow this stranger to his supposed kingdom, or rough it alone. Already, she had proven to herself that she had no hidden talents for survival. Only one option meant life, and should the man not be lying, luxury. Sanctuary. The word called to her like a siren's song. 

Again, her smile softened her sharp features. Needing him to see she was soft, never a threat, only someone that needed to be taken care of. I would love that Samirseti, Liora said, the foreign syllables of his name choppy on her tongue. Then dipping her head in a show of respect, the female moved a step away from the man circling her. Low and slow her tail wagged between her legs. This Vahanet, I would like to go there. With you.