Lion Head Mesa akhet

ah. the meaning. he took it.

another lap of the drink.

t'was certainly one problem removed.

gucci righted himself into a sit. his eyes were on the cup, careful not to spill it, when a feeling in his pharaoh's voice made his face rise to see his.

the neb was not blind to how things had changed since the crown prince's return. how good folk stifled laughter deep in their throats, how whispers grew into an insect-like buzz. king and prince had become beacons of blinding light - and akashingo knew only one led to safe waters.

and gucci's loyalties found it easier to side with the man who'd given him all, rather than a child.

"pharaoh." the dog spoke plainly. "crown prince won't have got naw reason tah move on ya, if ya keep 'er indulged. find a- a smaller way tah grant 'er power. project, or quest or mission. sate 'er, fer now."

had to cut over half my post bc this charie has the incredible effect of turning his posts into 90% of pure uninterrupted monologuing :')