Nova Peak ❇ Sóóts'ii

a gift. she does not name it as such but it is clearly a gift meant for him, as she slips it from her shoulders and lays it onto the earth betwixt them, speaking that it was to keep him warm. gaze studies the snow white fur for a moment, bowing his head to take in the scents she had added to it. to hide, perhaps, that vhagar does not know what to say.
he could not recall the last time someone'd given him a gift ... if ever.
and then there is the war between the knowledge that pharaoh's were often showered in gifts and gratitude. like two warring armies within him, his mind and conscious their battleground.
his head lifts, gaze taking her in slowly. she is lovely. lovely to look at; basked in a lovely aura. good. warm. and bask in it he wanted to, in the hopes that some of it might rub off on him, or to consume.
ammit's hunger was not unknown to vhagar; kin as they were even if fractionally. even if it was just one of many stories spun to make the bloodline appear elite by his pharaoh-father.
thank you. it is lovely.