the royals have left the palace in a state of silence. charmion finds he existed in a hushed inbetween world.
in their absence he made sure chores were still completed, rooms still freshened as if they were still occupied. newest task of all was his careful tending to the shrine of @Neith — and he found himself radiant for it.
the smell of herbs raised around him. the warm scents of red sand.
he is mid-prayer when his head tilted back, throat exposed to the altar at his feet. birds have cut lines across the sky as if they flee from something that he is not witness to.
in their absence he made sure chores were still completed, rooms still freshened as if they were still occupied. newest task of all was his careful tending to the shrine of @Neith — and he found himself radiant for it.
the smell of herbs raised around him. the warm scents of red sand.
he is mid-prayer when his head tilted back, throat exposed to the altar at his feet. birds have cut lines across the sky as if they flee from something that he is not witness to.
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