admittedly, khaemwaset had grown spoiled outside the realm of proper courtly comportment. sitting upon these thrones appealed to a sense of completion in the young Horus, but he remained playful and perhaps informal. setemhotep's entry to their hall, therefore, found pharaoh lying across the arm of both uprights, sleek as a night's mink and fawning toward merneith. in his teeth, a white flower; he traced this slowly over one cheekbone, his eyes glowing with humour and love.
he had just been about to suggest that they retire to her newly decorated apartments when the priest arrived, along with another. recovering himself and thus his curiosity, khaemwaset leaned away from his queen with reluctance, settling himself into a straighter position as the Great Seer made his obeisances.
and an introduction.
el'zeath, from the red flame beyond. in the protection of the holy man, and with eyes made aware by -- what?
at once he was intrigued, and beckoned for her to come closer to their dais. she held an incredible height, cowled in jet and punctuated by a gilding that emphasized her lantern eyes. to complete this, a collection of feathers and curved talons were slung about her neck.
very interesting indeed. you came from the red fire itself? he asked without preamble, glancing toward merneith.