Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

Ramesses joined him this morning, and Akhtar gave him a look out of the side of his eye.

He was a father, in this moment, not the king Akhtar tiptoed around. A father whos daughter had outfoxed him. The saluki let out a low sigh.

To be honest? I do not know. The gods’ silence has been deafening since her sacrifice. Her popularity stunt, he did not say. He was still uncharitable in many ways about the killing of the horse, and he would fester in such thoughts until such a time he got distracted by something else to damn to hell. Like a small town preacher.

Akhtar watched the Pharaoh. He was a handsome man, he could almost see what all the women saw in him. His eyes went back to the bucks.

I taste tension, however. We will learn more, soon. His tail flicked up and curved over itself, the hairs brushing his flanks as he began to step carefully deeper into the meadow, dew streaking his grey fur dark.