He is glad to move onto things of a new age being born, watching from afar as his brother continues to woo his soulmate. The old way would have frowned upon much that went on in Salem… it was good to begin forging a new path with things that might yet appease those who made them. His blue-black body shifts to angle him better towards his one-time pupil and more-times Mira.

The gods had certainly ordained her for this new place, with these new people. She lunges into the fury of creation with blind ambition and enthusiasm. He smiles at her acquiescence to her husbands decision, though he is surprised at how she sounds as if she approves. He had thought he’d seen a little shadow of discontent, but perhaps he had been mistaken.

Sheik. A king still, but a king who was among his people, valued all who were below him. It was a good choice, though adopted from the wilds that spread the breadth between Mira and Mahgrib. "It is fitting in this land, where much is and will continue to be. Sheik of Sadim he shall be. What title will you take, my brother? And the others?"

He feels her eyes on him, knowing that he had integrated some of his desert mare’s own clanborn faith, despite her disconnect from it in preference of Allah. "I have chosen to use my titles to incorporate and adopt the traditions and faiths of our Marwari and Kathiawari subjects, in the hopes I might bridge our divides. I will now be Rigel, Son of Mira, Second of Sirius, Sanctified of Thoth, Chosen of Hu, Voice of Mitra, Diplomat of the Sadim." He chuckles, "My brothers believe such titles to be longwinded, but it suits me just fine."

He peeks out of the corner of his eye with a mote of mischief gleaming, his small smile tilted into a smirk. "And perhaps the shadow of doubt I saw darkening your eyes is shared. I have seen too much history be thrown aside… and losing the proper deference accorded to kings has made me utterly incorrigible when Antares tries to lessen his standing among us to single titles like the other barbarians in this land use."