To Iflar and Mudeenu, since both of you are princes, where's the King? Did he pass away?
“Not at all.”
Mudeenu, however, scoffs.
“I see humans have much to learn about our ways…!”
“Peace, Mudeenu. King Theb-saar, my father, has long been absent from the throne due to a tradition. It is customary to, ah-!”
The two Mipedians Royals turn to face the fellow entering Royal, eyes gleaming with a hushed excitement…
“…Your majesty.”
“Rise, son and nephew of the sands. I shall finish addressing the question. You may exit.”
“As you will. We will have our leave, father.”
The two adults exit, leaving the only (visible) Creature, the King of Mipedians, Theb-saar!
“…”
His eyes radiate power, like a sandstorm, claiming its next victim. Still, his tone, while regal, is surprisingly quiet: almost inviting, were it not intimidating.
“Now, the question was of my absence. Like my son said, it is customary for every Mipedian King to exile himself when both he and his heir are ready. It is one said to be undertaken by the Great King Kha-Ztah, one to find balance, power, to purge the mind of impurities, to bring one closer to the spirits of the land and sky, and to bring the Mipedians life. To truly be King.
As for myself, I had tamed the wild Dragons of the desert, sealed by time itself. I’m afraid my return was not of a time for celebration: I led the charge against the M’arrilian army near the end of the war, and to help the kingdom was of more import. As such, only recently have I been reinstated as ruler in a governmental manner.
But make no mistake: I plan to lead Mipedians, and Perim, to prosperity.”
