Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

Akhtar threw his head back to join in the laughter of Pharaoh, gifting him with a short, honking ha!.

She is a bright young thing, your princess. He mused once the laughter had died, taking a short hop forward.

Should she wish for it, I would be happy to have her as priestess. But, she is meant for divine things, Pharaoh. The gods will provide. He intoned, before his eyes snapped around, and he let out a short a-ha!, diving into the grass and coming up with the shorn off remains of a deer’s antler, gripped in his jaws. The tines curved up, and one poked him rather harshly in the nostril, but he was jubilant.

’js ne’e one mo’e! He managed around the hefty object.