Her eyes shot over to Hotep, and her head dipped in greeting. ”Setemhotep,” she replied. His words brought a touch of comfort, but a touch that quickly faded to concern. There was so much about this world that El’Zeath was unaware of, but it appeared magic was not completely lost here.

”Is that what that was called? Omens?” she questioned, shaking her head softly as she looked to her paws. She missed when they were touched with a golden hue. They just…didn’t feel right.

”You had this dream…this…omen too?” she questioned, lifting her head back up to sunrise. She sighs slightly. The wind rustled her tri-colored fur, and her brows were touched with worry. Words were escaping her at this moment, and her ears perked with anticipation for wise words.