Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

ramesses chuckled. "why forgo such pleasures when they are abundant? see the blessings you have been given," the divine wolf purled, but he was curious as to what ahktar considered beyond his wise eyes.
"perhaps you might find yourself called to be a priest of Apis." the holy bull. the gilded ox-stud, called forth to sire, to open, to be the first.
his gaze was radiant with the joke, the suggestion.