Lion Head Mesa 新月 new moon

Since the time of her agreement to stay within Akashingo, Sokha's eyes hadn't strayed far from the Pharaoh. 

Through his many words and cunning ways, the girl grew more curious. This new journey would lend forth a great deal of knowledge — and, perhaps a new, permanent, purpose.

Today, the Great Pharaoh called upon her to join him within the largest of palace halls. A throne room, she believed he'd titled it. There was to be some ceremony; though, the revelation of its purpose was not made clear until a woman entered with a hoard of whelps at her heel. They looked similar to the Pharaoh, leading to the conclusion that these happened to be his offspring. 

Once all pieces had been placed together and made whole, Sokha allowed her attention to hover upon the sight. The girl sat still, silent — watching what seemed to be a grandiose event. Her posture was of maturity and poise, despite her youthful appearance. If there was one thing she knew how to do well.. it would be making an impression with little effort at all. Of course, it was only the Pharaoh's eyes she wished to have upon her; but nonetheless, she would make herself appear to belong.