The Thought that Counts

Setekh let Talyssa's words settle in the air, their weight palpable. The Ivory God considered her message, the interplay of control and guidance -- simple words that could have been scripture if written down correctly. He took a moment, eyes of molten fire reflecting the light as they met hers.

He gave a respectful nod. "Your lesson is well received." Better to compliment her, so he might linger around the group ever longer. He rolled his neck, eyes catching sight of the woman named Elysia. The surname Saxe was known to him, but did she know him? So far he could not tell.

No matter. Setekh cast another glance at the youngest among them, the girl with golden markings. The delight she stirred in him was proof of the nuanced dance between intuition and control. Here was a new mystery, a fresh challenge, and he felt a thrill at the prospect of uncovering it.