khaemwaset's gleaming form cut ahead, an arrow fired from warbow.
she herself did not need to be so fast.
experienced nose suggested injuries left to fester. tavina examined the step of the warrior. she had not been here for any tensions with any neighbors; insofar as she was able to see, the fault lay within the kingdom itself.
as Horus spoke to safiya, tavina ported herself alongside the scarred young lady to regard the children with a friendlier look. in the skin across her shoulders, moist clumps of moss held water, and she would offer this no matter what the brash pharaoh believed. her duty was to those injured.
