Eagerness and naivety swell where Pharaoh’s caution reigns. She desires to enter the mountain keep and greet their people. The queen sits close to Khaem’s side on the stair in lieu of an audience hall, tail feathering out behind her like a gold bridal train. She looks directly at the Eivalds and their guard for the first time since arriving, eyes bright in varying levels of interest at the wealth set before them; seeds to consolidate a greater relationship, which is present on Einvald Nyra’s mind. Neith was schooled to a lesser degree in foreign diplomacy, but she knew before any talks of allyship took place her brother would come to see the nature and custom of Jakten.
The young guardian could not have been much older than she and Khaem. His voice lingers ominously, but his leader’s is that of intrigue.
“The desert offers many glories, Einvald. Perhaps you will desire a visit to Satriya once we have returned,” her features bloom. "I imagine there is a great deal of wonders within your own mountain range."
The young guardian could not have been much older than she and Khaem. His voice lingers ominously, but his leader’s is that of intrigue.
“The desert offers many glories, Einvald. Perhaps you will desire a visit to Satriya once we have returned,” her features bloom. "I imagine there is a great deal of wonders within your own mountain range."