Mummy's Mask - Shifting Sands [IC]

[Farmerbink]

"Here is a pleasant young man, pleasant indeed!"

The boy blinks. He glances to his left, and right, immediately confirming that he is, indeed, the young man in question.

"Come that I can look at you better."

His eyes widen outrageously. Of all the things she might have commanded an awkward, uncultured boy, this was not what he expected.

"Do not worry, for I do not bite!"

He blinks again, more than a little disturbed by the unsure chuckling from the woman's retainers. For another heartbeat or two, his legs still refuse the commands given. He glances uneasily at Lehasti before turning back to her excellence.

As the youngster's limbs finally subject themselves to the situation, if not his intentions, he lurches, half-walking and half-stumbling, inexplicably enthralled by (and nervous of) the opulent decorations and the woman sitting atop them. He takes several, slow, stuttering steps forward. As he does so, a nervous flush rises from his neck to his cheeks, creeping higher with every step. Only a few feet away from Muminofrah, he remembers his purpose and raises the fan with both hands, inclining his head so that he stares mostly at the deck boards between them. His tongue continues its muntious betrayal, and he stands dumbstruck before the ostentatious display.