Rosewater Oasis Plume

So Samirseti's gilded wings extended over both of them. The spirit was most grateful to the Pharaoh for his kindness, and in turn his heart wrapped Nokht in an embrace of shared experience. "I-" had it been him? "-I have seen them both." Buried them all - had he? The memory was fuzzy, as if distorted behind a waterfall. "I can't remember much though, only that they are at peace now."

Pink tongue flicked to clean a particularly dirty toe. How had he known? It was like asking how he knew he was alive. "Because I felt it." Nokht was reserved, unconvinced. "After the burial rite, I looked upon the mesa and saw it aflame in Ra's light. I knew - to follow the sun." The voice inside him - the spirit had not heard it again. But that did not mean it had not been real. 

It had led him here, after all.