Tihrak’s pouch had been feeling a little light lately which meant he required a trip to his hometown. This time he’d decided to bring two of his new slaves along for the ride. Haji had stayed behind to take care of the house and he was certain she could handle the job alone but the Hound liked to keep Ife by his side as much as possible. And he was sure that Layla’s sweet disposition and endearing appearance would help loosen the cords of his father’s pouch.
“Ah, this is it! Giza!” he announced dramatically as they entered the beautiful city where he’d lived most of his young life. And it truly was a sight to behold.
He hoped the slaves , “his girls” as he would often call them in private, weren’t too terribly tired. They’d carried some of his painting materials all the way from Babylon but soon they’d be invited into the spacious home of his parents and Tihrak would make sure they got enough food and rest to compensate for the trip. He couldn’t wait to show his cats to his father.
