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the little vizier wished to, with soft paws, guide his pharaoh away from potential disappointment. lilitu, yes, had a winsomeness about her, but t'was a far simpler charm than poised satsu or eager treva. more pressingly, the young woman seemed as grounded as a paper plane in wickedest wind. a royal wife and princely mother needed be stalwart, dedicated.

well, motherhood could change that, yes, but gucci believed it when he said the pharaoh had much to pick from.

"y'know, berries might not've been kind tah me, night o' th' royal weddin', but these ears ain't jest fer showin'!" his fuzziness plopped back down, aforementioned ears twitching. "ah heard, fram amogst th' guests, o' th' coast, th' sea. a group perched on tall cliffs, what been neighbors tah blackwater, n been there 'fore n aftah them witches got taken by wind. think on it; marryin' a mermaid!" gucci grinned wide.

"then this pack way past the forests, in what they call th' great wild. they been howlin' fram their mountain since brechelient's been in th' fen, been a presence 'tween hinterlands n 'ere. could always start collectin' wild-touched wives, hm?" his squinted eyes glinted.