it occurred to khaemwaset that both he and merneith were equally impressed by tianlong's princess, at last in their born element of shared elegant lineage and royal mannerliness. a mild gesture set their table with honeywine, the sweet fragrance apparent even then. please, be refreshed. pharaoh would see the servant hover to ensure that their guest had what she wished, but his attention was soon refocused.
a terrible thing, to be separated. please remain here until you are ready to travel again, amiirad, and i agree you must go in our protection. he saw with practiced eye her brief hesitation, admiring how lian was able to overcome this with a gracious compliment to the queen.
Horus enjoyed this interplay of courteous respect; it was its own sort of plaiting, was it not? tianlong visited in imperial glory to sit among the lotuses of egypt for a time. his sunlit stare grew intrigued with a fleet energy, and at the plentiful list of beasts, he offered a glinting grin. do you hunt? i have been wishing to have a great hunt for some time, many days of long hours in the desert and the brush. a laugh; soft; maybe with grace we may share the spoils of our land against those in your green territory.
a wager! a challenge.
now; she was a princess. to him this suggested the presence of those above, though khaemwaset knew to allow this its natural revelation.
did merneith find herself restored? he did not think of leaving her beyond on such an expedition, not when there were fine journeys to be had.
how posed téng lian, compelled from homeland and forced to enter another empire. Horus thought highly of such strength. a look to the Great Royal Wife; he would see that small happiness glow even for an oil-lamp moment.