Rosewater Oasis up in smoke

the croon drifts over the oasis, stirring the stillness beneath the sun. from within the shade of date palms and reeds, samirseti emerges, his figure sleek and gilded by ra’s light. he moves like a whisper of wind, and he is whole, as he approaches.

he had smelled the approach of another through his lands, led by the light of ra, before he had seen her. and now, the panther strolls with liquid motions as he comes forth, revealing himself under the scorching rays of his sun. and his gaze narrows faintly, though his smile lingers—a thing half-welcoming, half-watching.

welcome, stranger, to the oasis of vahanet.