Rosewater Oasis let this prayer be your guide

Nokht had brought himself from the outskirts for the occasion, limping on a crooked leg and settling somewhere in the centre, finding @Tamasi. He trained his gaze upward, at hemet-nesut as she spoke; her voice tempered with all the same grief that had rattled the few survivors.

The sun sets on the kingdom of Akashingo, and rises on the kingdom of Vahanet.

Never again would the lost see the break of day. He attended a funeral played a hundred times in his head already. At least there was some good to come to celebrate here too, a new kingdom, though filled with faces he found less and less familiar.

Nokht cast a look across the clearing to the other boy who had arrived; alone, he found no surprise in that. He saw Khusobek's face within his own, and in the redsand hues that stoked his fur; he quickly returned his gaze to the front, meeting the marigold stare of Hemet-nesut, joined now by Pharoah.

"the gods test us, as they always have, to see what we may become."

He stared blankly ahead. The gods test him now not to curse their names.

Did they want him to become this pitiful, broken thing? Perhaps a beast when it all became too much. He struggled to keep faith and it was shown in the aversion of his eyes, a paw lifted to one; feigning as if the emotions were simply too much.

Sure they were, but Nokht was beginning to grow resistant to tragedy. What was left to take?

Child of war dips his head for the rest of the ceremony, and slinks away wordlessly when all is said and done.