Ah.Had he not made a choice? Perhaps if he had not seen the door—there had been no choice. Why then had she...?
She is quiet a moment longer. Then, side-stepping around the man, Aiesha offers a change to the conversation:
You said your name was... Ra? Like the god? Funny. You are the second god-name I have met who serves here.She perched in the sand then, beside him. He certainly fit the ideal of the mazoi; he was well suited to traverse the sands without being caught outright, thanks to his blondes and golds. He looked to be closer to her age now that she really paid attention, and Aiesha realized... He might have been the first age-mate she'd ever acquired.
Have you met the cat-man, Osiris?
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