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He leaves the desert in a march to the south.

His Pharaoh's new rule will conquer over even the reeds. Perhaps she will make a second reign here in the dry grasses for her little godlings while Rashepses made army's in the higher desert. Even the god's had soldiers. They've yet to see their Goddess' holy relations running amongst these new lands. Perhaps this was all their land. Perhaps there were no other gods to this afterlife.

There's something warm and pleasant about the blades welcoming his wrists. The sun passed by overhead and softly heated his nape. His pelt glows as golden grass under its rays. And the ground, it was less hot, and almost cold. The kingsguard's eyes come to a close for a moment. 

It's been some time before serenity came to him. He appreciates it, even if it is fleeting. It seems there is always beauty to be found, even in a life beyond that of death.

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All things come to an end quickly.

Even the beating hearts of his children. He yearns for Aiman, Ibrahim. Seeks hope that the boys are out there and he is only just not looking hard enough, despite every patrol and every corner attempted to be upturned. 

It's no surprise Taliba has followed him when the quiet sound of crunching grass strikes him across the face. It is not good that she has. Not today, at least, when they've yet to leave the borders until now. But she is a fierce girl, and perhaps he should withhold the scold that is biting at the back of his throat. She is older now. He leaves himself open, just for her, and will frighten as if the herd of mares they'd hunted were then on top of him.

Will save the talk for after. 

Boo.

His eyes open! "A–"
His daughter had grown huge! He stares, truly baffled.

“You aim to unsettle the sword of a king?” His voice was a low rumble, calm and deliberate. “The gods themselves have tried— and failed." Amusement is at his core. "But perhaps you have done it today, HAHAHAHA! I thought you were my daughter! Hail to you!"

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He is even more glad that Taliba did not follow him.
He would not be so restrained upon a man. But they are on neutral grounds, as well.

They have neighbors. They've learned this from markers. There are none over the shoulder of the redman that stand visible to the eye, and it is not as though there is place to hide with the light of Ra over their heads.

It is important to know who walks beside the Pharaoh. This one is bold. He notes it.

"Of course." His daughter, sons, nieces and nephews were of the only ones who had been permitted to see him startle. "Or I suspect we would not be standing." At least, it had been true upon approach. The stranger need not know that the bath of death the gods rained their wrath upon had lowered his head prior. That Senmut's warning of their sins as the gods enacted their judgment and collapsed their tunnels on their bodies would not stop shaking him. Even now, the words are loud. Curse that priest.

"You meet Mesen-ka, medjay of Akashingo. We have made claim to the oasis in the north. Who are you, traveler?"

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He gives no name. Has yet to see the oasis pools of their kingdom, and that is a good thing. It means there are no qualms from an unknowing mortal when gods change the land in their worshipping lust. 

"Traveler it will be." Mesen-ka's focus wishes to power over the horizon and learn just where the Key's border stops. "I've a march to walk, if that is all, however, Traveler." He will feed Traveler's presence to the Prince. Ferals with bold temperaments will irritate the King, and he's not the patience of the Medjay. But for now, there is only one feral.

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