Nova Peak ❇ Sóóts'ii

meee toooo! tuyok's such a sweetheart. <3

vhagar listens as she speaks, peeling back the aura of enigma that has surrounded her to allow him to peer inside. to see some of what makes her, of her past ... all the while offering none of his own. but there was little pride in his own past. a godling stifled. blood denied and shipped off as a gift ... as if he was not a prince.
tsákɨ shíyɨ. it is not a word he knows, but he does know cedar, at least. he is left to assume that tsákɨ shíyɨ is the floral scent he can detect on the fur.
things of fine oils ... they would've been gifted to him if he were born of the queen instead of a lesser wife. a sour taste lingers in his mouth: at his pharaoh-father. at all the things he'd been denied. but he tries to focus and not get lost on past grievances ... easier said than done.
his gaze lifts to her face where it rests, weight shifting slightly. i do.