He was eager for the day they might spar, and prove to the grizzled old commander that an oryx could be every bit as fearsome. It was a matter of pride!
As was the question of obeisance. Certainly they knew how to bow! All of them attendants to Neferseba, it would be unthinkable to serve her without knowing!
Well enough.Nakhtmin answered,
Hmm, but I worry about your old bones, grey-muzzle! Will they not creak overloud in the motion, and disturb the ears of Pharaoh?He grinned with the jest.
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.




