Hmm...Nakhtmin's eyes narrowed. To be uncertain of place, understandable! To be uncertain of time — well, he had rather thought she as doing things, while away. Dining on lettuce with the gods, or a similar thing.
Oryx reached forward to sniff at her again.
Khonsu, the moon, has died and been reborn eight times since we last spoke. The curse is ended — after a most glorious battle against the servants of Apep! I slew many demons in defense of this land. Yes, and retrieved a resplendent blossom from the roots of a great tree, which can cure exotic ailment!
Such valour was demanded of Nakhtmin the Mighty!
It is a mercy you were spared this ordeal, and still, a pity you did not get to witness my prowess!Ears fluttered.
But you are here now! And that is well! We should take you to see the Hem and Hemet, I think.
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.







