Rosewater Oasis the supreme nameless

@Ximena

it is today that Pharaoh searches for the silver-tongued woman amongst his oasis. to speak, perhaps to feast—all in due time they would come to find out.

as always, black as the midnight, gold as the sun’s light. it beams down on him, casting the great one in it’s pride. he beams. he wears the blessing of his dear Gods and goes forth upon the sands and jewelstone, gilded eyes swiping across the earth.

he finds her before long. and it is with a paw he beckons her as he strides past, gait collected and embodying the regality he was born to. his voice a honeyed scripture. how have the sands treated you, child?

both of them know she is no child, yet in the eyes of his Gods she is. he speaks from a pedestal of self-importance; of superiority and grand regale. his strides now a waltz he expects she indulge him in.