Rosewater Oasis the sands of time

"And here I stand too," her eyes sparkled in amusement as she watched his languid approach until he was almost close enough to feel the tickle of his breath on the dark hairs of her neck. His entitlement irked her, but Ezen was not in a position to challenge him much beyond sharp-edged humour.

As she had hoped, the obsidian man invited her in, though his words still carried with them a weight of expectation. "In time, Pharaoh. You needn't worry," she assured, taking a few tenuous steps away from where he stood before glancing back over her shoulder. 

"Your Vahanet will be well protected for as long as I'm here." Ezen's strengths lay not in physicality but in an art more fine-tuned and slippery than tooth and claw. Samirseti with his cunning eyes was surely well aware. The curve of her lips sealed her promise, for she would be loath to let anyone take this sanctuary which now was hers to relish.