Rosewater Oasis sebayet

samir is basking near the oasis’ edge when he is found, midnight frame stretched long, soaking in ra’s final light. his ears twitch at the boy’s approach, though he does not move until akhre speaks.

at last, the pharaoh rises, a shadow draped in gold.

your lesson has already begun, he murmurs past a smile serpentine in its grace.

tell me, akhre, a reverent hymn. what does this oasis teach you?

he gestures to the pool before them.