Rosewater Oasis hudjefa

samirseti’s eyes narrow, their gilded fire gleaming in the dimming light as he studies the boy.

the spirit of ra.

the pharaoh’s chin lifts, and with it, his voice—a steady river, flowing deep with authority. then you have been sent to the sands with purpose, child of the sun. to learn, to guide, to burn bright where the darkness lingers. such a path is no small burden.

he moves closer, his shadow falling over the boy as he bends his neck to meet akhre’s gaze. you will find here a kingdom worthy of your light, akhre. you will find wolves to guide and wolves to follow. but you must first learn to burn within yourself, for a fire untended cannot illuminate the world.

a deep inhale. a low, sweeping gesture of a scarred foreleg to the oasis before.

this is vahanet.