Rosewater Oasis eat our young

Akhre, a little crestfallen, soon had his focus swept up by the arrival of Nokht. "Hello!" His head peered round the frame of their Hemet-Nesut wondering fleetingly why after such previous introductions the other boy still chose to sit distantly. 

Heart swelled indescribably, until his attention returned to Racharra who spoke of ambition, of purpose. Did the spirit not already have a purpose? Tah-elci, mesha, saqqar: "What's that mean?"

A distant memory, the clash of young teeth against a redstone father. Kheti had been mazoi once, a matter of urgency amid war, but did Akhre want to follow that same path?