Rosewater Oasis marchitó

Winter cupped the oasis in gentle palms. Some evenings, the spirit would venture to the pool's edge to see it coated in a thin layer of ice broken easily by a tentative pat of a paw. The sensation of cold was new, exciting, and the last of Ra's rays saw Akhre visit the place again, this time to drink.

His tongue lapped gratefully, though he felt no thirst. Only his gaze watched the ripples form and thought if Nephthys saw him now. 

Desert fauna a backdrop for his musings, his nose twitched as the scent of another wafted near. "The stars look pretty today." Though his eyes remained fixed on their reflection in the water. He did not look up.