Rosewater Oasis up in smoke

he casts her with scorn. even in her grief, she doesn't quiver. her eyes are locked with his, witnessing the flurry of emotions that wracked her new pharoah.

she too, was the last of the red sands. but only by name. chosen daughter of toula. for now, the only daughter that walked the waking world, and the only daughter who wasn't divine. he speaks too much of blood for her to dare correct him. what would it matter, anyways. there was nothing to her name. nothing, except for the duty assigned to her since she began blossoming.

she forgives his prattling when they reach the crystalline waters of the oasis. cool against her tongue, the nebet guzzled the waters. soaked dark fur hung below her chin.

thank you, Divine One. it stung to say such words to a man as arrogant as this one. for your generosity, even in the face of tragedy. she murmured, head low in another bow. how humiliating it was to grovel.