His crown tilted towards the sounds of his begging servant. Please. his eyes narrowed. The gold encrusted God turned his eyes onto his eyeless servant. He sits up. Please what? There are many things he wants to do but the question is what is Mory asking of him? He laps at mory's ears. The waif is on his mind alot. Perhaps that is because he is submissive enough to please him yet somehow not at the same time. Or perhaps it's because he is such a loyal boy, when Rameses is barely loyal in return. He has bedded countless women, all brought to him by priests who had hopes that his seed would become implanted in the serving girl's wombs. It had never worked yet. He knew why though. He'd not yet been old enough to do so. Yet now he knew that perhaps he'd find himself capable of such things. He knew he'd have to be careful with his seed to avoid giving women undeserving of his spawn pups.
He looks again to the desert to the west. Please what Mory? Be specific. His eyes touch on the roses. He moves silently. One's wilting some. He aims to grip it and remove just the one. They'll have to find a replacement, eventually that is. If he succeeds he drops it into the chasm below. Wilting again. it's the only explanation he gives. He is aware of his servant's insecurity. They'll fix it later.
