Hmm...Nakhtmin mused to himself.
Having not been invited to join her, it was perhaps presumptuous to assume company would be welcome. But as she appeared quite at the end of her own means, or the means of wolven wisdom, the oryx decided the more diplomatic thing would be to approach. Hooves echoed over ancient stone, and greeted her with a nod.
Emhotep, Nebet.
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.







