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Poor souls surfaced in these scorched lands often.

The soldier walked onwards through the heat with scarred, callused pads. A man who proved faithful to his moldings and to be of a warrior built in Ta-senet. Backlit by the sun, burned at the back of his neck where a winter shed was still breaking itself off. Thick furred at the shoulders, neck and thighs. 

Through the haze, a little figure grew.
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She's dressed in her coat of weathered oak. Her belly blurs into the sands below her light feet and small toes. He can see the white of her cheeks against the frame of her woodland neck. 

His voice thunders: "Hail!"
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A smile beams over his burly frame!

It appears indeed that this girl is far from the likes of any home. Why, the fiery sands of the desert is no place for someone to lose their way in, and certainly not for the weak of hearts and minds. Mesen-ka sees the face of no other! Does she walk alone?

He keeps their distance. She will frighten away if it is closed, and there is nowhere to go but the deep of the great mother blue and the unknown of the sands beyond. There need be no deaths today, for there ​​​must be terrible confusion for her. Perhaps it is water alone that has preserved the gentle spirit of this soft-cheeked stranger.

​​​​​"Why, yes, miss, it seems you've lost your way! You tread near the edge of the desert and grow near the presence of the goddess Pharaoh Toula Isetnofret." The guard's tail flags and extends a courteous wave. "Have you just awoken in these lands?"
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