| Ifran liked to think that the House of the North Winds birthed the best politicians in Ahnatep, on account of their proclivities toward the arts. Though he was not yet as renowned a performer as their relative, Rumati, he knew he would one day surpass her. Already, he was more versatile than she. After all, he could dance, khopesh in hand, evoking warriors long dead or never having lived outside the holy altar of the stage. "Little changes in Ahnatep," he observed, "but if we can maintain the rising star of our Noble House, I will be content." He considered for a moment. "The opera is the story of fabled Isikais, but it may take years yet to complete." |