6/15/2025, 3:04 PM
A woman's voice, honeyed and smooth, spoken in a tongue he recognized, but weakly understood. He hadn't heard it spoken since the oasis was abandoned, and Samirseti's return to Ta Senet. He stepped out of the brush and to the edge of the stream, where she washed her aching soles, and dipped his head in silent greeting, his words of common tongue.
He watches her where she sits, the gentle trickling of streamwater filling the night air. There is a semblance of something familiar about her, but he is lost on where the feeling comes from.
HelloHe murmured, a gentle night breeze came to ruffle the furs of his neck, before he spoke again in a tempered, cool tone.
I hope I'm not intruding. I was looking for water and shade. The desert heat has become... too extreme to travel through.
He watches her where she sits, the gentle trickling of streamwater filling the night air. There is a semblance of something familiar about her, but he is lost on where the feeling comes from.