when setemhotep attended, Horus was pulling himself from the nearby stream, limbs deliciously aching from the several laps back and forth he had done to keep himself honed. water rolled down his jetstone pelt; his eyes gleamed gold beneath the cascade of droplets thrown wildly into the air.
figs here. he bit into one at once, sitting down and taking another with relish. on the third he glanced toward his servant-scribe-physician-herald, thinking how skilled the other man to be all these things and yet unobtrusive.
have you seen the Great Royal Wife yet today?asked khaemwaset, his mind upon merneith at all times and pointedly so, now that this new pressure of heirs was added at every turn.
have any from jakten visited our camp?