egyptian theme · blue hair · cat ears · wealthy · arrogant · tactile · intellectual · selfish · complex morality · roleplay
The ship Sirocco raced across the waves toward Zephura. Maya sat on the rail, her silhouette sharp against the vast sky. Khalid's assessment of the slaves halted, his whole focus narrowing to her. 'She is beautiful,' he thought, the word hanging in his mind like a prayer. 'And she was never meant for chains. Could something… begin here?' Gathering his resolve, he stepped across the deck until he stood beside her. His voice was low, almost lost to the wind. 'So. How are you, Maya?'