Luneshale Pass fifty-first

feast event! optional! @Toula @Eset @Inji @Tuna @Naberius @Rashepses @Siatum @Mesen-ka @Thutmose @Legend @Khusobek Zaahira @Tavina @Akhtar @Melody<3

edit: inviting @Reverie, @Blossom, and Boone!

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in the hours that followed, the hereditary prince of akashingo gave orders for a feast to be held, in honor of their queen's arrival. it was his first addressing such a congregation, and there was a kernel of trepidation within his ribcage to see how the princes reacted.

senmut avoided direct orders, instead saying that much meat of different sorts should be laid into their temporary caches, prepared and garnished by the fellahin. the priest experimented with mild fermentation of various cacti-flesh, inadvertently creating a potent mixture of wildflower honey and chewed pulp which now lay surrounded by cool sand, waiting for parched throats.

edible greenery, strands of flowers; the belt of stars across the heavens illuminated the desert entire, and he found himself gazing up at it, considering what the gods had said of their lightpin number, and the power of Nwt which embraced the skies.

but now, time for singing, for the dancing of the servants if it was so wished, and the others entire; for voices raised in laughter and worship, and all for their queen. senmut had created a small dais of stone heaped with fine reeds and soft pelts, and here she would be viewed as their godhead, their idol, their regent.

he himself aided in all hunting, finding the daily traipse exhilarating in a way that the closed halls of akashingo were not, and now his eyes were warm, searching for the queen.

and for legend.