Rosewater Oasis this is a joke

the pharaoh remains still as racharra offers her prayer. his molten gaze lingers on her bowed form, reading the tension in her shoulders. there comes a sigh upon his dark lips. when her final words fade into silence, samirseti exhales, a sound heavy with unspoken emotion. the prayer is done.

and so he steps forwards, shadow falling over her as the sun emboldens the gold of his cloak. he lifts a long leg, the curve of his paw brushing against her cheek with unexpected gentleness. tilting her head upward, he ensures their gazes meet.

you are safe here, racharra,

an inhale. eyes flutter shut, momentarily. to gather thoughts and calm the stirring of his heart which beats to the rhythm of akashingo's great flood. and we shall have our vengeance. the gods have not abandoned us.

they would not. he brings his head down, to brush crown to hers.