Rosewater Oasis the supreme nameless

ximena let his gaze linger on her, let the weight of his words settle between them like drifting grains of sand. he spoke of fortune and price, of purpose and service, yet she only smiled—slow, deliberate, like the curling of a flame catching dry kindling.

propósito… she mused, savoring the shape of the word. a languid stretch, a subtle tilt of her head. some seek it like fools chasing mirages. gold eyes gleamed beneath the dying sun as she stepped forward, drawing close enough that the space between them felt thinner than before. i do not chase.

her voice was a purr, velvet-soft but edged with steel. i take.

she moved then, circling, light as a desert breeze but with the silent intent of something far more dangerous. i have seen prey before it sees me. i have taken life before a whisper of warning could reach its ears. vahanet will feast, pharaoh—and you first among them.

she stopped, standing before him once more, chin lifted in quiet defiance, in certainty. the saqqar belong to the hunt, and the hunt belongs to me.