Once a week, the prince journeyed to Ranoh Point, a beautiful mesmerizing place high up in the Northwest of Khepresh with no ceiling except the valuted cave. Beyond it nothing but the underwater expanse of the aquifer lay into the dark horizon with it's murmurs and echos, and all around this cliffside loomed the green vinery that clung to the cavesides pocketed with palms and date-nut trees. It was a place of contemplation, rhythm, and ease.

Ranoh Point was a common spot for various types of prayers and offerings for the spiritual yet less religiously strict. Many came with seagull wings, cloth bundles of dates, flamingo beaks, crocodile teeth, and various herbs. It was the especial offering of the servants of Khepresh. Therefore it was abnormal that a prince should come, but so he did, and regularly, and always wishing for the same thing with the same offering, a freshly killed parrot, and within it 100 pieces of each ruby, sapphire, emerald, and amethyst; always thrown as far out into the water as possible. But no one knew what he was wishing for. But it was revealed to a Djinn one night who the prince confided in, me:

He was alone at the point and as it was nighttime no one was around setting to their work, and so I appeared before him out of a small cloud above his head. He had made his normal offering and since then his gaze remained rigid into the darkness; my entrance did not phase that gaze... I asked him 'What do you pray for sir?' "Without dropping his eyes he posed to me curiously, his tone half airy half focused, 'do you know the fan of the peacock?' ...... a pause hung out over the cliff, before he gestured... 'It is for this place, Khepresh, that its colors will mask our love from the world.'"

After his passing, as an ode to him and his devotion, I shaped a spell of unique memory for him. May his spirit be at peace.