The blessing of her Pharaoh's trust laid upon her shoulders. A weight- not of worry, but of comfort, -that she took in stride. The success or failure of this mission the deciding factor in Xzaasen's life, where she was destined to be, and Xzaasen only doubted what was necessary. Her...
Xzaasen enters upon request, leaving her polearm against a tentpole to stand at firm attention a few strides from the bath, proud and respectful. Silent in deference as her Princess studied her. She tries to keep her gaze floating somewhere reasonable as the fact that Amun'Dzeer had been busy...
What is that noise?
Xzaasen was busying herself with stances, which required some bit of self-centering, some bit of relative silence. The call of others in the direction of her Princess' tent was enough to disrupt her calm. The rusted cast of sunset caught her eye as it slated across the...
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