Rosewater Oasis Plume

Nokht set down the fish, placing it onto a fallen palm leaf where it would be safe from the grainy sand. Yes. If you'll have it. He mumbled; a terrible habit of his, but one yet unbroken. ..I'm Nokht. I also came from Muat-riya, though I don't think we ever really got the chance to meet. He dipped his head, coming to sit in the other boy's company, his own figure a little below his eyeline. Soon, hopefully, he would fill out, put on some muscle, and maybe a few inches of height if the gods felt generous, which they never seemed to be, so Nokht didn't exactly expect much.

...What are you doing, over here? He asked curiously, looking around at the place where Akhre meditated, wondering what habits had come to haunt the sun spirit. It seemed solitude called to them both.

He bit back the true question on his mind for now, not wanting to bring up that day in the first few seconds they had met. He did not want to ruin the pleasant air with one so melancholy, although his presence alone had seen to that regardless.