Rosewater Oasis hudjefa

this child, no mere wanderer, carries something profound—a flicker of the divine, perhaps, or simply the mark of Ra’s mercy.

i am samirseti, he speaks, his voice low and measured, rolling like distant thunder over the stillness of the oasis. pharaoh of vahanet, son of the sun, keeper of harmony and balance.

he steps closer, the gilded sheen of his coat catching the fading light, and tilts his head as he surveys the boy. and you, child of Ra, his tone sharpens slightly, curiosity threading through his words, what name has He whispered to you? what purpose does He burn into your spirit?