"My...what racing?" Asked Abasi, tilting his head. He could tell Loren was trying to be seductive, smiled out of habit at it, but Ancient Egypt had hardly had a strong understanding of the heart and what it did.
To describe the Nile quickly was almost impossible; it had had a part in every facet of life in his world, had been the harvests, the floods, the social gathering point and a God in it's own right. Though Abasi found when he thought about it enough, he came up with: "Beautiful...and terrifying. All at once. I loved it." The view from the Pharaoh's palace had included the river and he had picked up a habit of standing by the archways, looking out over the women washing clothes and babies, the swaying reeds on the shore.
"I did not know the term would be a cause of insult." He admitted, glancing about the trees as Loren told him more. "I am surprised they let us in at all, if they are as you say. I know it was a matter of some controversy before...tell me. Do the Fae worship the same Gods as the humans in the Hollowed Grounds?" He asked, the thought suddenly coming to him.
ABASI
it's sad to know that we are not alone
it's sad to know there's no honest way out
