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Khaemtir chatted animatedly with a few other people stopping for food and drink at the same table, passing a few minutes with idle conversation. He never understood some people’s aversion to small talk; surface level conversation was pleasant to pass the time and came with no expectations of further communication. It was calming in a way though to be perfectly honest, he had few qualms taking a conversation further. Goodness knows his family told him to control his mouth more than once. His record is 34 times in a day and he has every intent on beating it at the next family dinner. 

But for now, he had a target. He politely separated from his conversation with another family congratulating their child on their acceptance and wandered his way back where he had seen the Bekenamun with the Order of the Phoenix. Khaemtir would admit it still upset him a little that the Order he would have preferred hadn’t selected him but really who would complain being selected by the Crows? In terms of social status, Khaemtir clearly got the better end of the deal and for that he should be grateful. Another tick on the family’s register. His first on his scroll, that’s for sure, and quite an impressive one at that. All he could do was just cross his fingers that his studies wouldn’t be impeded too much not having access to the Phoenix's knowledge. 

Khaemtir beamed when he saw Radaam already talking with the Bekenamun. He stuck out like a sore thumb still but taking the initiative already for their little group? Khaemtir felt like a proud father. It would be a little impolite to intrude on their conversation so suddenly but he couldn’t help himself. The last time he waited, his quarry had gotten away and he had no intention of that happening again. And he really wanted to see Radaam interact with this one up close. 

But, details.

[color=E7D500]“There you are!”[/color] Khaemtir beamed as he practically bounced his way up to Radaam. Udjebten looked up at Tekenhasut and greeted him politely before sitting next to Khaemtir. [color=E7D500] “I found someone you absolutely had to see but she disappeared before I could get to her. Her tutelary was amazing, wasn’t it Udjebten?[/color]

[color=FF47D8]“You should apologize for interrupting their conversation, little Khaem, but yes, her tutelary was quite the spectacle.”[/color] Udjebten scolded him but she couldn’t help indulge his question. [color=FF47D8]“But yes, her tutelary was quite the spectacle.”[/color]

[color=E7D500]“You’re right as always, Udjebten! It seems in my eagerness I disrupted you. I hope you can forgive my rudeness.”[/color] Khaemtir bowed in apology but the amusement never left his face. He did, after all, do it entirely on purpose but whatever made his tutelary feel better. [color=E7D500] “But it was amazing! It looked like a myriad of butterflies shimmering under the moon! Of course, it didn’t have anything on my precious Udjebten but an impressive second place nonetheless.”[/color]

Khaemtir paused a moment, taking in the Bekenamun. His name surfaced after a few moments―he only remembered because they shared the first few letters of their name―and Khaemtir beamed. They may not have been incredibly close before this but opening up some channels of communication now might make it easier to access whatever specialty knowledge the Pheonix’s have on Pyromancy.[color=E7D500] “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance again, Kho! And congratulations on your acceptance. It's amazing that all our hard work paid off, huh? Minus the favorite of course but I can't help  this sense of disbelief. I wonder if it's rude to ask what they saw in us out of everyone they could have chosen."[/color]

[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Obscene Symphony] [@Scribe of Thoth][/right][/sub]