drumming

@Tavina or @Senmut maybe?

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Though the fellahin he had spoken to promised they were working quickly, Akhtar was without alcohol for the first time in a very long time. This new body was not hooked on it like his old one, but he craved the mindless thrum of it.

Akashingo thrived. Toula had named him the head of Bast’s temple. But there was just something there. A listlessness, a wanting. He stared mindlessly past his paw, tucked over his nose in the shadow of a sand dune. After a while of watching the particles drift by, he groaned aloud, hauling himself to his feet and flagging down a nearby fellahin.

He had people to talk to. Anything to ward away the buzzing that wanted to overtake his thoughts.

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 senmut spent all moments he was able with @Aiesha, and when they were parted, he gave her instruction of what might be studied anew. nazli's name did not leave his mouth; weight began to waste from the priest's still-slender body, and he grew dismal and haunted: a fine image of a beleagured priest.

 akhtar was younger. he had been granted such things as senmut was denied, though he reminded himself that he was high priest. there would be no demotion of this youth back to we'eb; it had been akhtar who gave him the principal education.

 "my friend. the gods have truly blessed you."

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