Rosewater Oasis sebayet

samirseti watches him where a flicker of approval gleams behind gilded eyes.

you are young yet, his voice an ebbing tide as he pulls away, to bring a paw to settle on the boy's shoulder. the gods do not whisper to those who do not know how to listen. with time, with patience, you will hear.

pharaoh then casts eyes around the oasis, to the palm fronds that sway, to the gentle ripple of water where the breeze disturbs its glassy surface.

they speak in the shape of the dunes, in the flight of a hawk, in the way the river bends. the gods do not use words, akhre. they use the world.

a pause. then, softer.

look and you shall see. the gods send the message, but it is up to you to interpret.