Rosewater Oasis [m] i breathe dusk

for a long time he rests with his nose touching the sand, front paws outstretched in submission. only after the pharaoh has thoroughly drank in the sight does he bid him to rise. the alay-basi moves to his feet, enjoying above all else the feel of samirseti's eyes on him and him alone. he is not stone cold, in spite of what he would have his peers believe-- there is nothing quite so flattering as the eyes of another man upon him. he will enjoy the moment while it lasts.

lay with me, the king commands, and who is nectanebo to refuse him? he takes a seat beside him, not quite close enough to brush, and follows his master's gaze outward toward the horizon. he does not ask why he has been summoned. whether for business or otherwise it matters little.