Rosewater Oasis sebayet

pharaoh watches as akhre leans forwards, a shadow of ra's beautiful light. peering down upon the sandstone pool, looking upon glittering waters, his reflection captured in a mirror of peace.

the boy's words bring him amusement. with a soft sigh, samir leans up, pressing himself upon lithe legs.

it is both reflection and truth, head tilts lightly as eyes sweep from boy to waters, and he moves to rise, coming closer.

the oasis offers life to those who honor it and death to those who take without faith. balance. wisdom. the gods speak through such things if you listen.

his gaze softens but does not lose its weight. now, pharaoh finds himself thinking back on days where he was but a boy, wide-eyed, tall-eared, eagerly listening to what hem-netjer learned him of. samir leans a head closer, peering into his own reflection alongside his. to see yourself is to confront your purpose, akhre. perhaps we should ask not what the oasis teaches, but what you are willing to learn.

he lowers himself beside the boy, ears sweeping forward. and what do you seek to learn?