8/17/2025, 6:43 PM
Neith sees before her the image of ivory and umber crocodiles, with their coxcombed tails held erect and their jaws opened. They are powerful and cautious, as well they have reason to be, but the rest is made small with distance and she wonders if they might come down as Satriya’s intention is eloquently relayed.
Khaemwaset, fierce as obsidian, yet tempers his tones with clever tinctures for listening ears. His power ripples through the sterns of their multitudes and draws out across her own veins, the conviction in her eyes rising simply by touching his own. She filters forward through the parting to stand at the king’s side.
“It is a pleasure to be acquainted, Einvalds.” Einvalds, what a strange term, and strange names. Was Jakten to be their first ally? She would welcome further learning if the desire was shared.
Khaemwaset, fierce as obsidian, yet tempers his tones with clever tinctures for listening ears. His power ripples through the sterns of their multitudes and draws out across her own veins, the conviction in her eyes rising simply by touching his own. She filters forward through the parting to stand at the king’s side.
“It is a pleasure to be acquainted, Einvalds.” Einvalds, what a strange term, and strange names. Was Jakten to be their first ally? She would welcome further learning if the desire was shared.