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Lian · (This post was last modified: 6/5/2026, 5:56 PM by Lian.)

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The hallways are lined with fellahin who sweep to the carved and muraled sides of the halls as the princess and her copper guide pass through them. Gold-coin eyes glint with curiosity at every color, every detailed depiction, the blurred faces of servants they pass. She wonders at the beauty, the skill, the care. She looks for chipped paint or hunger-sunken cheeks. Rich scents, alike to that which perfumes her coat, wreath around Lian's form as she moves. She hopes her father will broker a suitable trade agreement, and she hopes that these foreign incenses are a part of such a deal - variety is the spice of life!

The great hall unfurls before her. Lian steals a glance around the resplendent space as Sapair announces her, before her gaze falls to the plinth and the radiant divinity of those residing there.

Lashes flutter with wholly masked surprise. They are not much older than she! Lian has spent her brief lifetime witness to the weight of the crown upon her father's head. To have all of those futures dependent on oneself at her own scarce age is a horror Lian had not yet considered, and would secretly lament on behalf of these royalty within the confines of her heart. The Queen is quiet, but Pharaoh does not appear threatened by a princess on his doorstep, and invites her forward. Her heart flutters. Is it excitement to convene with those who are so close to being peers? Or is it apprehension, that she might misstep in this moment and set back Tianlong's efforts at diplomacy before they even start?

Her bow is measured to the very millimeter - diplomatic, gracious, her gaze casts to the stone floor before it returns to the Pharaoh's noon-sun glow. She does not have the authority to express deference to a foreign power, nor would she imply Tianlong submits to their authority. Instead, the princess accepts the invitation with an appreciative smile and measured pawsteps to carry her to where she is beckoned. Satriya's hospitality is generous, Pharaoh. You have my thanks. It is this gratitude she must express first, lest they believe she would be so entitled as to presume it is owed. Lian takes care of how she works through the syllables of this foreign tongue. Upon her assigned seat, her paws cross demurely and her demeanor is everything graceful, peaceful, untouchably divine her mother and grandmother have shaped her into.

Even so, the lotus struggles to mask the shine of girlish excitement and curiosity within her gilded gaze. The smells! The sights! These youthful strangers, what stories they must contain already! The plinth is littered with blossoms, the air saccharine with incense - Lian is very aware of how far from home she is, and it thrills her, and it frightens her greatly. Taro is nearby, quiet but watchful. Lian can feel his eyes on her as much as she can tell they linger on everything else. They have traveled together for many days - Lian is assured his life will be given to prevent any harm from coming to her, and she is very much keen on preventing such an occurrence.

Onyx Pharaoh asks where she has come from. I am travelling home from the very far west, honored Pharaoh. It was a land of many meadows, grasslands that wave in the breeze like the sea. The springtime that has swept the land made every tree we passed burst with blossoms and the fields lush with wildflowers in every color imaginable. Even so - Lian is merciful, gentle, compassionate. Yet she has made a hobby of crossing verbal swords with her father and his advisors since she was a girl. She closes in, now, to secure the favor she sees as valuable. To see so much life blossoming in the desert is an even greater wonder. Your home is resplendent.

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Skyspear

princess of the tianlong