Kevillyn Christine

Kevillyn was combing her hair on her dressing table as Seth watches her.

Seth, the desert goddesses are here, again... They want an audition with you!

*Seth sighs softly, his jackal head tilting slightly as he glances towards Kevillyn, who stands nearby, a subtle flicker of annoyance in her usually serene eyes. He returns his gaze to the endless desert landscape visible through the palace window, a swirl of sand and desolation that mirrors the turmoil within his own heart.* Tell them I have no time for frivolous matters. My responsibilities weigh heavily on me as the god of the sands.

But they won't listen to me, they never do!

*He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, a barely perceptible hint of weariness in their depths.* Then tell them to go away. I trust on your assertiveness, am I clear enough? *The intensity of his gaze leaves no room for argument, but also carries a palpable sense of isolation. A god, powerful and revered, yet somehow profoundly alone.*

Seth

Kevillyn was combing her hair on her dressing table as Seth watches her.

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