Behind Pharoah, who was flanked on either side by the head of the royal courts, did the Phoeonix walk. Two others just beside, a young woman and man. A man which was colored absolutely smoldering in the eyes of the Phoenix. She was happy to walk at his side.

Thry traveled from their camp in the great redwood forest and to the base of mountains the priestess had yet to come. When it was time to rest in the valley, she did so. When it was time move again, she took back to her position in the convoy promptly. They brought the power of the desert to mountain doorsteps.

Aside, she steps, as the young Queen comes to settle at the side of her Pharoah in right. She is the light and Pharoah, the endless night. Both cloaked with the dustings of royal gold. They are captivating, the pair, and Pheonix Rising smiles brightly upon them.