Rosewater Oasis [m] remember your pride

samirseti steps through the draped entrance of their chamber, the vines brushing lightly against his dark shoulders.

gilded eyes fall upon his beloved who rests upon one of few hides home to the oasis. her form curved softly against the lone pelt. usually, sleep has claimed her by the time he has arrived—or perhaps he does not pay attention enough to notice her still awake.

a fault on his part.

are you restless, ya seshf? he moves closer, his shadow spilling over her, and settles beside her with the slow grace of a panther. he lowers his head slightly, his muzzle brushing briefly over her shoulder, while bringing a paw to cup her cheek.

to turn her eyes to his.

your burdens are mine.