Rosewater Oasis in the shadow of the obelisk

oh, how could he ever have doubted where the blood of ta-senet flowed - samirseti stood tall and royal, precious gold and rare obsidian, with those same marks which the former neb had come to associate with them of blue in their veins.

he prostrated himself before the pharaoh, one foreleg folded to his chest and other outstretched, even if it strained his weary back to bow so.

radiance... he spoke breathless, conveying his awe he needed play up only a little before this last remnant of akashingo's great men - even if he were a mere in-law to ramesses, second of his name.

and when bid to follow, he followed, but couldn't keep himself walking in silence.

your greatness- mighty mesa o' kintla's plains fell into itself. ah remain, but ah prayed long, long that others lived too. have any found their ways here?