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aw but maybe Pollux? <3

pharaoh did not press into the borders of jakten, not even with a temporary peace between them. but neither did he keep only to his camp. the wakes were a place of moisture and curiosities for the young ruler; he found himself gazing over flora as much as fauna.
he had called for a hunt early that morning, for he had spotted a white stag among the tangled trees. but as the mazoi and their Horus hunted, they found themselves bedeviled by thorns or set by swampy mud, and eventually, swearing an epithet, khaemwaset had called a halt.
he and his own were used to wide-open sands, to the flat running of rocky steppes. this terrain confounded and frustrated them all, challenging pharaoh in a new way.
filthied but no less elegant, with determination he had returned to the place where the deer had first been seen, under a tangled band of willows which swayed eerie in little breeze as white mists refused to budge.

It was rare that Polly would be found resting, usually the young woman would be on the prowl, but she planned to pull Amon away from his pups and chosen dam to spar with the older warrior later in the day to ensure he didn't go soft in his childrearing ways.

That meant however, she'd need to take it easy the rest of the afternoon, unless something else came up that needed her attention.

It was here under the willows that the young woman laid, pretty and poised, eyes scanning the trees in a rather bored manner as her mind ran through the tasks ahead of her. Checking in on training, the borders, her cousin's disappearance with no traces of him actually going anywhere.

She should probably go visit their potential allies too, come to think of it.

Almost as if on cue, she heard the snapping of branches, ears immediately swiveling before her head did, her amber eyes an ice cold glare in that direction until the figure was visible through the mists. Recognization warmed them, her features softening into amusement. You look like you had a fun morning, I was just thinking of you and your sister-wife her tone was light, playful almost.

there were few moments in which khaemwaset was forced to look up at a woman. his time among the first meeting with jakten had been a series of such, and he had devoted to mind each detail of the tall northerners. it took an eyeblink before he was able to perceive the contours of a familiar figure in the shadows, sungilt stare picking out the snowy locks, the punctuations of red, the dark sweep beneath the knowing gaze.
were you? asked pharaoh lightly, surprised in spite of himself. greatness and beauty occupies many a mind. was it that of the queen which remained in your thoughts? pharaoh teased.
all notions of a white stag had gone from his head. he saw into the amber eyes, the long limbs stretched on the grass, the pretty sloping shoulders. his shadowed back was straight as he sat beside this wolf of jakten's own, wondering if he should place her into his mind as nobility.

Polly didn't rise to meet the younger yearling, the pharaoh, staying lounged and relaxed as the boy-king moved to sit beside her. Perhaps she teased back. I was thinking about visiting the two of you soon, see how your pack is faring being so far from home for so long she did have to wonder how Nyra and Jaxxon were coming along with their talks, she'll have to seek them out tonight too.

Add that to her to do list.

I trust my father and Nyra have been pleasant to deal with? She questioned, knowing very well Jaxxon was probably leaving it all to Nyra.

his daughter. politics is rarely pleasant, nebet, said pharaoh, favoring the other with the title of noblewoman. he had not sensed any rejoining kingliness in the man jaxxon, but it interested him that this child of leadership was unguarded. perhaps they did not trace their lineages the same way as himself and those he had always known, for no princess or noblelady of akashingo, muat-riya, or the obelisk went out with no servants or mazoi.
a strange world, this. i was hunting with my retinue. i have sent them back, but i would continue. he did not yet ask her to join, gilt stare appraising and frankly so. what did you mean to ask of satriya?

Diplomat

Oh believe me, I know, it's always so complicated keeping everyone happy she seemed almost wistful about it, as if her version of politics wasn't taking what she wanted at the expense of others, using brute force, threatening their loved ones. She was always a woman that got things done even when the nice way failed, but she did try the nice way.

Please, call me Pollux the Hersir offered, a refresher if he forgot her introduction at the first meeting of their packs, standing at last after stretching out her muscular limbs. If we're going to be allies we should be on a first name basis dear, what friends only call each other by their titles? Pollux of course knew nothing about Khaemwaset's culture or people, how it might be rude towards him or not. Did she care either? Not particularly.

He mentioned hunting then, that explained the filth on his pretty form. I wanted to see if the lands were kind to your pack's hunting style, but the lack of blood on your teeth have given me that answer Because even if he had gotten someone else to do his hunting, eating would have bloodied his maw. I wanted to learn of your people, experience your customs, all that fun stuff, I can teach you our ways in exchange Polly's voice was cheerful, her face relaxed even as she spun her magic touch, she wanted to learn so she could Use. It would be good for you, too, to befriend the only princess of Jakten. It was almost funny, that the rest of the daughters were gone. Dead, missing, whatever the circumstances that got rid of her sister and Nyra's girls.

i had figured you for a princess, said pharaoh lightly, pleased that he had been correct, though i had not guessed at your rarity. he learned three things of pollux in these seconds alone; first was that she was diplomatic, and secondly was that he sensed now very little escaped her tawny eyes. the third was close to his own sentiment, a pride to rival that of his officials, and he approved. no one is on named basis with a god, which is what i am to satriya. titles are very important to us, each soul sorted into their fitted role. a rhyme, one he had not meant to make.
while policy dictated that khaemwaset communicate with direct leadership, he was a man moved by blood and by lineage. pollux was a princess, and so sharing words with her did not feel that it would be less than appropriate for their aims. why do we not make a game of it? he said at last. ask me a question, amiirad.
pharaoh's golden eyes danced with curiosity, with light challenge.