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In the scanning flicker of her eyes as she approached the exterior, Iaheru was evidently a woman of calculation even if she presented by chance. Certainly, when she and Narmer H’Haikadadd had sat in her courtyard, lined with the opulence of imported olive trees and gilded furniture, he should have expected a barely announced visit. Iaheru lied so sweetly with the juice of cherries sticking to the vertical lines in her lips when she promised a courtier several days before her arrival. She sent a sprinting courier to saraaya Haikaddad with mere hours of advanced notice for the temporary Sirdar.
Though the Sirdar arrived on a horse, brilliant and bright as its coat was in the basking Egyptian sun, Sirdsett Iaheru and Lady Neithotep arrived on foot, flanked by brusque guards that would remain perched outside of saraaya, roasting beneath the layers of leather scaled and studded with iron rivets. Ever since the Sirdsett had a golden scarf ripped from her braids, she walked the streets she once walked alone with sandaled brutes closely following. Had this been two years prior, no man would dare touch her, a woman with the preeminence of the regent’s favor. Hei Sheifa’s prominence waned after the death of the late Pharaoh, but it remained a doldrum in Egyptian economy and politics regardless of whatever silty Nile dirt was hurled onto their sigil.
Narmer, an accomplished general bore raised keloids somewhere on his body, yet Iaheru couldn’t discern where. She couldn’t imagine such a sweet face and gentle man contorted to violence. Efficient and cunning violence at that, if the stories were to be believed. In her limited interactions, Iaheru learned the steely general was malleable at the correct temperature, and her daughter had the beauty to emanate warmness. After all, men could not help but smile when Neithotep smiled, diamond whites of her eyes glittering intensely with either ecstasy or anxiety. Something had recently altered Neithotep’s normal hedonism, demarcated with even more frequent absences from the saraaya’s suffocating luxury. Perhaps the derelict rumors of saraaya Haikaddad would comfort Neithotep, a woman quick to denounce the comforts of eminence, but still reaped the returns of opulence with lapis and emerald network dresses procured in stealthy transactions ungoverned by the watchful eyes of her parents.
Iaheru pulled her shawl, embroidered with amaryllis, closer on her shoulders as she waited in the reception of saraaya Haikaddad. Darting eyes nauseated the woman in the heat, gulping down the lump in her throat as she realized the full consequence of what she was doing. Her daughter was to be married and everything had to be made perfect.
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In the scanning flicker of her eyes as she approached the exterior, Iaheru was evidently a woman of calculation even if she presented by chance. Certainly, when she and Narmer H’Haikadadd had sat in her courtyard, lined with the opulence of imported olive trees and gilded furniture, he should have expected a barely announced visit. Iaheru lied so sweetly with the juice of cherries sticking to the vertical lines in her lips when she promised a courtier several days before her arrival. She sent a sprinting courier to saraaya Haikaddad with mere hours of advanced notice for the temporary Sirdar.
Though the Sirdar arrived on a horse, brilliant and bright as its coat was in the basking Egyptian sun, Sirdsett Iaheru and Lady Neithotep arrived on foot, flanked by brusque guards that would remain perched outside of saraaya, roasting beneath the layers of leather scaled and studded with iron rivets. Ever since the Sirdsett had a golden scarf ripped from her braids, she walked the streets she once walked alone with sandaled brutes closely following. Had this been two years prior, no man would dare touch her, a woman with the preeminence of the regent’s favor. Hei Sheifa’s prominence waned after the death of the late Pharaoh, but it remained a doldrum in Egyptian economy and politics regardless of whatever silty Nile dirt was hurled onto their sigil.
Narmer, an accomplished general bore raised keloids somewhere on his body, yet Iaheru couldn’t discern where. She couldn’t imagine such a sweet face and gentle man contorted to violence. Efficient and cunning violence at that, if the stories were to be believed. In her limited interactions, Iaheru learned the steely general was malleable at the correct temperature, and her daughter had the beauty to emanate warmness. After all, men could not help but smile when Neithotep smiled, diamond whites of her eyes glittering intensely with either ecstasy or anxiety. Something had recently altered Neithotep’s normal hedonism, demarcated with even more frequent absences from the saraaya’s suffocating luxury. Perhaps the derelict rumors of saraaya Haikaddad would comfort Neithotep, a woman quick to denounce the comforts of eminence, but still reaped the returns of opulence with lapis and emerald network dresses procured in stealthy transactions ungoverned by the watchful eyes of her parents.
Iaheru pulled her shawl, embroidered with amaryllis, closer on her shoulders as she waited in the reception of saraaya Haikaddad. Darting eyes nauseated the woman in the heat, gulping down the lump in her throat as she realized the full consequence of what she was doing. Her daughter was to be married and everything had to be made perfect.
In the scanning flicker of her eyes as she approached the exterior, Iaheru was evidently a woman of calculation even if she presented by chance. Certainly, when she and Narmer H’Haikadadd had sat in her courtyard, lined with the opulence of imported olive trees and gilded furniture, he should have expected a barely announced visit. Iaheru lied so sweetly with the juice of cherries sticking to the vertical lines in her lips when she promised a courtier several days before her arrival. She sent a sprinting courier to saraaya Haikaddad with mere hours of advanced notice for the temporary Sirdar.
Though the Sirdar arrived on a horse, brilliant and bright as its coat was in the basking Egyptian sun, Sirdsett Iaheru and Lady Neithotep arrived on foot, flanked by brusque guards that would remain perched outside of saraaya, roasting beneath the layers of leather scaled and studded with iron rivets. Ever since the Sirdsett had a golden scarf ripped from her braids, she walked the streets she once walked alone with sandaled brutes closely following. Had this been two years prior, no man would dare touch her, a woman with the preeminence of the regent’s favor. Hei Sheifa’s prominence waned after the death of the late Pharaoh, but it remained a doldrum in Egyptian economy and politics regardless of whatever silty Nile dirt was hurled onto their sigil.
Narmer, an accomplished general bore raised keloids somewhere on his body, yet Iaheru couldn’t discern where. She couldn’t imagine such a sweet face and gentle man contorted to violence. Efficient and cunning violence at that, if the stories were to be believed. In her limited interactions, Iaheru learned the steely general was malleable at the correct temperature, and her daughter had the beauty to emanate warmness. After all, men could not help but smile when Neithotep smiled, diamond whites of her eyes glittering intensely with either ecstasy or anxiety. Something had recently altered Neithotep’s normal hedonism, demarcated with even more frequent absences from the saraaya’s suffocating luxury. Perhaps the derelict rumors of saraaya Haikaddad would comfort Neithotep, a woman quick to denounce the comforts of eminence, but still reaped the returns of opulence with lapis and emerald network dresses procured in stealthy transactions ungoverned by the watchful eyes of her parents.
Iaheru pulled her shawl, embroidered with amaryllis, closer on her shoulders as she waited in the reception of saraaya Haikaddad. Darting eyes nauseated the woman in the heat, gulping down the lump in her throat as she realized the full consequence of what she was doing. Her daughter was to be married and everything had to be made perfect.
Slaves had been fussing over Nia all morning, primping and painting and plucking until she shone like a polished jewel. Swathed in a blindingly white kalasiris of the finest linen, Nia pulled her golden shawl a little tighter around her shoulders as they slowly approached Saraaya Haikkadad. Her face was made up with a bold precision—kohl outlining her eyes and carmine staining her lips with a golden powder dusted along her lids and nose. Her hair was hidden under a braided wig for once; she had protested that loud and long, but Iaheru had put her foot very firmly down. Neithotep would dress like a woman of her status on this day of all days; the wealth of Hei Sheifa would be obvious just from looking at her, and there was nothing she could say to change it.
Lapis lazuli and diamonds dangled from her ears while gold bangles marched their way up her arms, matching the golden chains that hung round her neck. Anklets jingled over slim feet adorned by delicate golden sandals, and rings glistened on her fingers and toes alike. She’d felt more like a doll than a person by the time the last piece of jewelry was draped over her collar, glaring unhappily at the reflection that peered back at her from the looking glass. All of this for a marriage she didn’t even want, a political union meant to bolster two Heis’ declining reputations. It made her feel sick just to think about it.
There are worse men you could be married off to, Nia silently reminded herself for what felt like the hundredth time that day as a bead of sweat formed on the back of her neck, slowly dripping down under her kalasiris while she absently smeared at its trail. Narmer H’Haikkadad is handsome, strong, and kind. A bit boring, maybe, but boring is better than cruel. A flash of Iahotep’s face filled her mind before she quickly willed it away. Now was not the time to be thinking of the Pharaoh, not while she stood outside another man’s home to seek arrangements for marriage. She had other problems to deal with today.
Mouth dry, she glanced over at her mother, whose appearance was nearly as pristine as her own. That they came from one of the most prominent Heis in Egypt would never be in question, the fineness of their clothing and the gleam of their adornments loudly boasting their status for the world to behold. Nia understood the importance of presentation, especially on a day like this, but it didn’t make her any less uncomfortable. Showing herself like this felt like a lie, a beautifully wrapped deception that would soon dissolve once she was vowed to Narmer in truth. She hated pretending to be anything but what she was, even if necessity dictated it. Nia had never been very good at wearing the Court mask.
“I hope you’re sure about this,” she muttered to Iaheru as they awaited the Sirdar’s approach, her fingers clenching and unclenching as they worried nervously at her gown. There was a steadily growing nausea in the pit of her stomach, though she wasn’t sure if she should attribute that to nerves or skipping her morning meal. “I know I’m not.”
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Slaves had been fussing over Nia all morning, primping and painting and plucking until she shone like a polished jewel. Swathed in a blindingly white kalasiris of the finest linen, Nia pulled her golden shawl a little tighter around her shoulders as they slowly approached Saraaya Haikkadad. Her face was made up with a bold precision—kohl outlining her eyes and carmine staining her lips with a golden powder dusted along her lids and nose. Her hair was hidden under a braided wig for once; she had protested that loud and long, but Iaheru had put her foot very firmly down. Neithotep would dress like a woman of her status on this day of all days; the wealth of Hei Sheifa would be obvious just from looking at her, and there was nothing she could say to change it.
Lapis lazuli and diamonds dangled from her ears while gold bangles marched their way up her arms, matching the golden chains that hung round her neck. Anklets jingled over slim feet adorned by delicate golden sandals, and rings glistened on her fingers and toes alike. She’d felt more like a doll than a person by the time the last piece of jewelry was draped over her collar, glaring unhappily at the reflection that peered back at her from the looking glass. All of this for a marriage she didn’t even want, a political union meant to bolster two Heis’ declining reputations. It made her feel sick just to think about it.
There are worse men you could be married off to, Nia silently reminded herself for what felt like the hundredth time that day as a bead of sweat formed on the back of her neck, slowly dripping down under her kalasiris while she absently smeared at its trail. Narmer H’Haikkadad is handsome, strong, and kind. A bit boring, maybe, but boring is better than cruel. A flash of Iahotep’s face filled her mind before she quickly willed it away. Now was not the time to be thinking of the Pharaoh, not while she stood outside another man’s home to seek arrangements for marriage. She had other problems to deal with today.
Mouth dry, she glanced over at her mother, whose appearance was nearly as pristine as her own. That they came from one of the most prominent Heis in Egypt would never be in question, the fineness of their clothing and the gleam of their adornments loudly boasting their status for the world to behold. Nia understood the importance of presentation, especially on a day like this, but it didn’t make her any less uncomfortable. Showing herself like this felt like a lie, a beautifully wrapped deception that would soon dissolve once she was vowed to Narmer in truth. She hated pretending to be anything but what she was, even if necessity dictated it. Nia had never been very good at wearing the Court mask.
“I hope you’re sure about this,” she muttered to Iaheru as they awaited the Sirdar’s approach, her fingers clenching and unclenching as they worried nervously at her gown. There was a steadily growing nausea in the pit of her stomach, though she wasn’t sure if she should attribute that to nerves or skipping her morning meal. “I know I’m not.”
Slaves had been fussing over Nia all morning, primping and painting and plucking until she shone like a polished jewel. Swathed in a blindingly white kalasiris of the finest linen, Nia pulled her golden shawl a little tighter around her shoulders as they slowly approached Saraaya Haikkadad. Her face was made up with a bold precision—kohl outlining her eyes and carmine staining her lips with a golden powder dusted along her lids and nose. Her hair was hidden under a braided wig for once; she had protested that loud and long, but Iaheru had put her foot very firmly down. Neithotep would dress like a woman of her status on this day of all days; the wealth of Hei Sheifa would be obvious just from looking at her, and there was nothing she could say to change it.
Lapis lazuli and diamonds dangled from her ears while gold bangles marched their way up her arms, matching the golden chains that hung round her neck. Anklets jingled over slim feet adorned by delicate golden sandals, and rings glistened on her fingers and toes alike. She’d felt more like a doll than a person by the time the last piece of jewelry was draped over her collar, glaring unhappily at the reflection that peered back at her from the looking glass. All of this for a marriage she didn’t even want, a political union meant to bolster two Heis’ declining reputations. It made her feel sick just to think about it.
There are worse men you could be married off to, Nia silently reminded herself for what felt like the hundredth time that day as a bead of sweat formed on the back of her neck, slowly dripping down under her kalasiris while she absently smeared at its trail. Narmer H’Haikkadad is handsome, strong, and kind. A bit boring, maybe, but boring is better than cruel. A flash of Iahotep’s face filled her mind before she quickly willed it away. Now was not the time to be thinking of the Pharaoh, not while she stood outside another man’s home to seek arrangements for marriage. She had other problems to deal with today.
Mouth dry, she glanced over at her mother, whose appearance was nearly as pristine as her own. That they came from one of the most prominent Heis in Egypt would never be in question, the fineness of their clothing and the gleam of their adornments loudly boasting their status for the world to behold. Nia understood the importance of presentation, especially on a day like this, but it didn’t make her any less uncomfortable. Showing herself like this felt like a lie, a beautifully wrapped deception that would soon dissolve once she was vowed to Narmer in truth. She hated pretending to be anything but what she was, even if necessity dictated it. Nia had never been very good at wearing the Court mask.
“I hope you’re sure about this,” she muttered to Iaheru as they awaited the Sirdar’s approach, her fingers clenching and unclenching as they worried nervously at her gown. There was a steadily growing nausea in the pit of her stomach, though she wasn’t sure if she should attribute that to nerves or skipping her morning meal. “I know I’m not.”
Narmer had been nervous, and it wasn't just today either. Ever since he had returned from his visit to Hei Sheifa, he had been fussing over the minute details of everything in relation to the visitation planned for Iaheru H'Sheifa and her daughters to his saraayaa. To say the Haikaddad saraaya was in disarray would be an understatement, for they had long since lacked the funds to maintain and upkeep, something that was surprisingly a hefty fund to pay despite how easy other Hei's made it look. Narmer had no choice but to close many rooms, and only leave those absolutely necessary for use.
As such, it was decided that the visiting guests would be brought to the guest room - except suddenly, a rat infestation meant the sparse few servants they still kept in their employ had had to work overnight to ensure the guest sitting room was up to receiving visitors, and now the man had to scrounge up some extra coin to pay the servants for the extra hours they put in on top of everything he has on his plate to worry about.
And what was this about a cheetah in his backyard?
Just as Narmer felt as if he was being pulled in every which direction, the servants announced that the Sirdsett and her daughters has arrived, a news that only made Narmer wish to bury his head in the sand. How had he gone from commanding his own unit of men in the army, facing blood and battles with no fear, to suddenly terrified of who may be at his front door? He's had little notice to prepare for their arrival, and even less time to do something about it.
The Gods need to return his brother, if only for his own sanity.
But he had no choice now. So steeling his spine, he instructed for drinks and refreshments to be brought, sending another servant to fetch his nephew and sister-in-law, before heading for the front door, opening it with a smile of welcome and a respectful bow at the two ladies at his front door. "Excuse the disarray should you see any, Sirdsett Iaheru and Neithotep, your arrival caught us by surprise, but I am happy to see you have found the time to visit our humble saraaya." Opening the doors wider, Narmer waved a hand to invite them in, allowing the servant to take the door and ensure the ladies entered before closing it.
Instead, Narmer led them down the short corridor to the sitting room furnished in elegant silks and decorations that his parents had, far before he took over the Hei. If one took a sweeping glance at the place, nothing would seem out of sorts, for the guest sitting room appeared exactly as it would. Made of limestone, the interior was cooling, and the walls of the room was painted with designs in ancient coptic, as well as pastel colors to ensure it looked light and clean - yet if one looked closer, they would be able to see how the paint had long since faded.
The chairs which Narmer waved them to, were at least recently replaced no thanks to a mysterious benefactor that he had yet to find out their identity. But in a time where gold was necessary, he had no time to spend seeking the identity, and had long since spent the gold to upkeep the saraaya as best as he could. A small fountain was in a corner of the room to serve as a cooling function, whilst the wooden chairs and plushed benches were arranged in a way that encouraged conversation from all in the room.
Narmer took a seat opposite of the two ladies, and waved as the servants entered with refreshments of fresh fruit juice made of dates, whilst snacks of dried figs and honeyed flatbread was served. The man smiled as he offered a plate of honeyed bread as he asked cordially, "I trust you had a pleasant journey here?"
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Narmer had been nervous, and it wasn't just today either. Ever since he had returned from his visit to Hei Sheifa, he had been fussing over the minute details of everything in relation to the visitation planned for Iaheru H'Sheifa and her daughters to his saraayaa. To say the Haikaddad saraaya was in disarray would be an understatement, for they had long since lacked the funds to maintain and upkeep, something that was surprisingly a hefty fund to pay despite how easy other Hei's made it look. Narmer had no choice but to close many rooms, and only leave those absolutely necessary for use.
As such, it was decided that the visiting guests would be brought to the guest room - except suddenly, a rat infestation meant the sparse few servants they still kept in their employ had had to work overnight to ensure the guest sitting room was up to receiving visitors, and now the man had to scrounge up some extra coin to pay the servants for the extra hours they put in on top of everything he has on his plate to worry about.
And what was this about a cheetah in his backyard?
Just as Narmer felt as if he was being pulled in every which direction, the servants announced that the Sirdsett and her daughters has arrived, a news that only made Narmer wish to bury his head in the sand. How had he gone from commanding his own unit of men in the army, facing blood and battles with no fear, to suddenly terrified of who may be at his front door? He's had little notice to prepare for their arrival, and even less time to do something about it.
The Gods need to return his brother, if only for his own sanity.
But he had no choice now. So steeling his spine, he instructed for drinks and refreshments to be brought, sending another servant to fetch his nephew and sister-in-law, before heading for the front door, opening it with a smile of welcome and a respectful bow at the two ladies at his front door. "Excuse the disarray should you see any, Sirdsett Iaheru and Neithotep, your arrival caught us by surprise, but I am happy to see you have found the time to visit our humble saraaya." Opening the doors wider, Narmer waved a hand to invite them in, allowing the servant to take the door and ensure the ladies entered before closing it.
Instead, Narmer led them down the short corridor to the sitting room furnished in elegant silks and decorations that his parents had, far before he took over the Hei. If one took a sweeping glance at the place, nothing would seem out of sorts, for the guest sitting room appeared exactly as it would. Made of limestone, the interior was cooling, and the walls of the room was painted with designs in ancient coptic, as well as pastel colors to ensure it looked light and clean - yet if one looked closer, they would be able to see how the paint had long since faded.
The chairs which Narmer waved them to, were at least recently replaced no thanks to a mysterious benefactor that he had yet to find out their identity. But in a time where gold was necessary, he had no time to spend seeking the identity, and had long since spent the gold to upkeep the saraaya as best as he could. A small fountain was in a corner of the room to serve as a cooling function, whilst the wooden chairs and plushed benches were arranged in a way that encouraged conversation from all in the room.
Narmer took a seat opposite of the two ladies, and waved as the servants entered with refreshments of fresh fruit juice made of dates, whilst snacks of dried figs and honeyed flatbread was served. The man smiled as he offered a plate of honeyed bread as he asked cordially, "I trust you had a pleasant journey here?"
Narmer had been nervous, and it wasn't just today either. Ever since he had returned from his visit to Hei Sheifa, he had been fussing over the minute details of everything in relation to the visitation planned for Iaheru H'Sheifa and her daughters to his saraayaa. To say the Haikaddad saraaya was in disarray would be an understatement, for they had long since lacked the funds to maintain and upkeep, something that was surprisingly a hefty fund to pay despite how easy other Hei's made it look. Narmer had no choice but to close many rooms, and only leave those absolutely necessary for use.
As such, it was decided that the visiting guests would be brought to the guest room - except suddenly, a rat infestation meant the sparse few servants they still kept in their employ had had to work overnight to ensure the guest sitting room was up to receiving visitors, and now the man had to scrounge up some extra coin to pay the servants for the extra hours they put in on top of everything he has on his plate to worry about.
And what was this about a cheetah in his backyard?
Just as Narmer felt as if he was being pulled in every which direction, the servants announced that the Sirdsett and her daughters has arrived, a news that only made Narmer wish to bury his head in the sand. How had he gone from commanding his own unit of men in the army, facing blood and battles with no fear, to suddenly terrified of who may be at his front door? He's had little notice to prepare for their arrival, and even less time to do something about it.
The Gods need to return his brother, if only for his own sanity.
But he had no choice now. So steeling his spine, he instructed for drinks and refreshments to be brought, sending another servant to fetch his nephew and sister-in-law, before heading for the front door, opening it with a smile of welcome and a respectful bow at the two ladies at his front door. "Excuse the disarray should you see any, Sirdsett Iaheru and Neithotep, your arrival caught us by surprise, but I am happy to see you have found the time to visit our humble saraaya." Opening the doors wider, Narmer waved a hand to invite them in, allowing the servant to take the door and ensure the ladies entered before closing it.
Instead, Narmer led them down the short corridor to the sitting room furnished in elegant silks and decorations that his parents had, far before he took over the Hei. If one took a sweeping glance at the place, nothing would seem out of sorts, for the guest sitting room appeared exactly as it would. Made of limestone, the interior was cooling, and the walls of the room was painted with designs in ancient coptic, as well as pastel colors to ensure it looked light and clean - yet if one looked closer, they would be able to see how the paint had long since faded.
The chairs which Narmer waved them to, were at least recently replaced no thanks to a mysterious benefactor that he had yet to find out their identity. But in a time where gold was necessary, he had no time to spend seeking the identity, and had long since spent the gold to upkeep the saraaya as best as he could. A small fountain was in a corner of the room to serve as a cooling function, whilst the wooden chairs and plushed benches were arranged in a way that encouraged conversation from all in the room.
Narmer took a seat opposite of the two ladies, and waved as the servants entered with refreshments of fresh fruit juice made of dates, whilst snacks of dried figs and honeyed flatbread was served. The man smiled as he offered a plate of honeyed bread as he asked cordially, "I trust you had a pleasant journey here?"
Five rats! The young cheetah had already caught and eaten five rats and was on the prowl for more in the court yard and it had only been a few hours since Kissan had brought the feline home. He was fascinated by its movements and efficiency. Entranced, he barely heard the servant behind him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Master Kissan! Your uncle has requested your presence!"
"Huh?" Kissan asked, pulling his gaze from the graceful feline and trying to process the servant's message. "Your uncle. The ladies from Hei Sheifa have arrived and your presence has been requested."
"Oh. Oh..." Kissan realized as he stood suddenly and then looked back at the feline that was staring at him, its tail twitching before its large head swung back to follow the sounds of rats fleeing from its scent. "Um..watch him" he pointed before darting off for his room to quickly change and prepare to meet the women his Uncle was attempting to bring into the family.
His movements were hurried as he cleaned up and got changed, putting on the new clothes he had been able to purchase from the funds his uncle had recently doled out.
Carefully smoothing out his appearance, Kissan then hurried to the sitting room where he knew Narmer had sequestered them away from the general disarray of the saraaya. Attempting to enter the room without drawing undue attention to himself, he nodded and gave small bows to each of the women. "Sirdsett Iaheru" Kissan greeted her respectfully before glancing at the young woman who might come to be Narmer's intended "Neithotep" he nodded respectfully as well and smiled warmly before going to join his uncle. "Uncle" he spoke quietly before taking his seat. He watched curiously as the meeting proceeded on, as smoothly or awkwardly as it would proceed, his mind completely forgetting the young cheetah he had left in the care of the hapless servant.
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Five rats! The young cheetah had already caught and eaten five rats and was on the prowl for more in the court yard and it had only been a few hours since Kissan had brought the feline home. He was fascinated by its movements and efficiency. Entranced, he barely heard the servant behind him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Master Kissan! Your uncle has requested your presence!"
"Huh?" Kissan asked, pulling his gaze from the graceful feline and trying to process the servant's message. "Your uncle. The ladies from Hei Sheifa have arrived and your presence has been requested."
"Oh. Oh..." Kissan realized as he stood suddenly and then looked back at the feline that was staring at him, its tail twitching before its large head swung back to follow the sounds of rats fleeing from its scent. "Um..watch him" he pointed before darting off for his room to quickly change and prepare to meet the women his Uncle was attempting to bring into the family.
His movements were hurried as he cleaned up and got changed, putting on the new clothes he had been able to purchase from the funds his uncle had recently doled out.
Carefully smoothing out his appearance, Kissan then hurried to the sitting room where he knew Narmer had sequestered them away from the general disarray of the saraaya. Attempting to enter the room without drawing undue attention to himself, he nodded and gave small bows to each of the women. "Sirdsett Iaheru" Kissan greeted her respectfully before glancing at the young woman who might come to be Narmer's intended "Neithotep" he nodded respectfully as well and smiled warmly before going to join his uncle. "Uncle" he spoke quietly before taking his seat. He watched curiously as the meeting proceeded on, as smoothly or awkwardly as it would proceed, his mind completely forgetting the young cheetah he had left in the care of the hapless servant.
Five rats! The young cheetah had already caught and eaten five rats and was on the prowl for more in the court yard and it had only been a few hours since Kissan had brought the feline home. He was fascinated by its movements and efficiency. Entranced, he barely heard the servant behind him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Master Kissan! Your uncle has requested your presence!"
"Huh?" Kissan asked, pulling his gaze from the graceful feline and trying to process the servant's message. "Your uncle. The ladies from Hei Sheifa have arrived and your presence has been requested."
"Oh. Oh..." Kissan realized as he stood suddenly and then looked back at the feline that was staring at him, its tail twitching before its large head swung back to follow the sounds of rats fleeing from its scent. "Um..watch him" he pointed before darting off for his room to quickly change and prepare to meet the women his Uncle was attempting to bring into the family.
His movements were hurried as he cleaned up and got changed, putting on the new clothes he had been able to purchase from the funds his uncle had recently doled out.
Carefully smoothing out his appearance, Kissan then hurried to the sitting room where he knew Narmer had sequestered them away from the general disarray of the saraaya. Attempting to enter the room without drawing undue attention to himself, he nodded and gave small bows to each of the women. "Sirdsett Iaheru" Kissan greeted her respectfully before glancing at the young woman who might come to be Narmer's intended "Neithotep" he nodded respectfully as well and smiled warmly before going to join his uncle. "Uncle" he spoke quietly before taking his seat. He watched curiously as the meeting proceeded on, as smoothly or awkwardly as it would proceed, his mind completely forgetting the young cheetah he had left in the care of the hapless servant.
Iaheru took in the state of her daughter, lined with kohl, carmine, and a rouge that covered saddened and sallow cheeks. Heaviness coated the woman's tongue, weighing it to the bottom of her mouth as words cannot find words to soothe. Such comfort was foreign to Iaheru even in her best moments. The sadness bubbled beneath her skin as she realized that when she was courted, she wore the duty of retainer with linen head wraps and a giddy smile. It was Onuphrious that compelled his daughter to parade herself in such a proper way with Iaheru acting as enforcer. It was then that Iaheru mothered in the best way she could. Unbearably, she faced her daughter with tears collected in the corners of her eyes, taking one of Neithotep's hands between both of the mother's. "That's why we're here. And why we will continue to come for some time. Everything must be right."
A shared moment between two women of station, mirrors to each other should Iaheru be dressed as finely. It was not Iaheru that was to be married, so she had worn a standard linen popular with the bankswomen of her youth, only a glimmer of sheerness showed through the coarse fabric, teasing what the hidden jewel of the Nile offered. It was only the amaryllis shawl that demarcated her in the absence of an unforgettable face that accompanied a pervasive, vain pride hanging off the tip of a pierced nose.
She took stock of the Sirdar, seemingly frazzled with the best of intentions. "Sirdar Haikaiddad," Iaheru offered a smile warmer than the stale air, "Our journey over was wonderful. The weather is fair. The destination even fairer. I appreciate your generosity on such short notice."
Iaheru knew that despite the frescoes on the wall fading to a comforting pastel, she had ventured into a pit of vitality and opportunity. Should the match come to fruition, the fountain would pour over mint leaves and lemon peels, the gardens framed by angular wooden decor, a place suited to her daughter's new found softness. If Iaheru could not provide Neithotep with comfort, the mother could provide Neithotep with a better environment, Iaheru using her silent hand to deliver the necessities. Perhaps ivory would become the breathing gardens pulsating with pure relaxation. The hazy aspirations of ivory and mango wood would be sidelined until Iaheru could gauge the true disorder of Hei Haikaddad. She'd hire a few advisors that were keen on her ears and her gold. Maybe they'd be able to teach Narmer along the way, it was what Iaheru hoped for after she hoped for love.
On the topic of ivory flitting through the pathways of her head, she took a seat in a handsome wooden chair, taking in the humble beauty of the old saraaya when her teeth white as ivory clenched at the audience of Kissian. Although Narmer would relinquish the title of Sirdar to Kissian to fulfill and maintain Narutt's line, Iaheru couldn't imagine that the boy before her could ever successfully lead the Hei if Narmer struggle to do so. No, Narmer was the hope for Hei Haikaddad. Level headed, competent, and receptive, if slightly anxious, Narmer H'Haikaddad emanated a sweetness similar to the white lilies in his garden, a flower she hoped Neithotep would elegantly tuck into her braids.
"Good afternoon, Kissian. I appreciate your presence here today," Iaheru glanced to Neithotep, before redirecting her attention towards the composed adults in the room. "The day will be fruitful and kind, I can just feel it."
"Sirdar," Iaheru leans in congenially, the shawl falling off her shoulders ever so slightly with eyes looking deep into the man's being. "Narmer," the 'r' rolls off the tongue in Iaheru's accent, like a cat pouncing. "Your hospitality is nothing short of sublime. I'm never short of blessed by your hospitality and kindness. However, I'm sure that you're accustomed to my pointed demeanor by now..."
"We are not here to be entertained, are we?" Iaheru smiled widely, genuinely excited for her daughter to meet the general. "We're here to gauge compatibility. I propose that Kissian and I attend to something of leisure or lesson. You both ought to spend time together, authentically. Learn about each other."
"Don't hold back, be authentic to yourselves," Iaheru rested her hand on her daughter's knee, giving her a nod of encouragement.
Iaheru smooths the tight linens and pulls together her shrug, glancing around the room to evaluate the atmosphere.
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Iaheru took in the state of her daughter, lined with kohl, carmine, and a rouge that covered saddened and sallow cheeks. Heaviness coated the woman's tongue, weighing it to the bottom of her mouth as words cannot find words to soothe. Such comfort was foreign to Iaheru even in her best moments. The sadness bubbled beneath her skin as she realized that when she was courted, she wore the duty of retainer with linen head wraps and a giddy smile. It was Onuphrious that compelled his daughter to parade herself in such a proper way with Iaheru acting as enforcer. It was then that Iaheru mothered in the best way she could. Unbearably, she faced her daughter with tears collected in the corners of her eyes, taking one of Neithotep's hands between both of the mother's. "That's why we're here. And why we will continue to come for some time. Everything must be right."
A shared moment between two women of station, mirrors to each other should Iaheru be dressed as finely. It was not Iaheru that was to be married, so she had worn a standard linen popular with the bankswomen of her youth, only a glimmer of sheerness showed through the coarse fabric, teasing what the hidden jewel of the Nile offered. It was only the amaryllis shawl that demarcated her in the absence of an unforgettable face that accompanied a pervasive, vain pride hanging off the tip of a pierced nose.
She took stock of the Sirdar, seemingly frazzled with the best of intentions. "Sirdar Haikaiddad," Iaheru offered a smile warmer than the stale air, "Our journey over was wonderful. The weather is fair. The destination even fairer. I appreciate your generosity on such short notice."
Iaheru knew that despite the frescoes on the wall fading to a comforting pastel, she had ventured into a pit of vitality and opportunity. Should the match come to fruition, the fountain would pour over mint leaves and lemon peels, the gardens framed by angular wooden decor, a place suited to her daughter's new found softness. If Iaheru could not provide Neithotep with comfort, the mother could provide Neithotep with a better environment, Iaheru using her silent hand to deliver the necessities. Perhaps ivory would become the breathing gardens pulsating with pure relaxation. The hazy aspirations of ivory and mango wood would be sidelined until Iaheru could gauge the true disorder of Hei Haikaddad. She'd hire a few advisors that were keen on her ears and her gold. Maybe they'd be able to teach Narmer along the way, it was what Iaheru hoped for after she hoped for love.
On the topic of ivory flitting through the pathways of her head, she took a seat in a handsome wooden chair, taking in the humble beauty of the old saraaya when her teeth white as ivory clenched at the audience of Kissian. Although Narmer would relinquish the title of Sirdar to Kissian to fulfill and maintain Narutt's line, Iaheru couldn't imagine that the boy before her could ever successfully lead the Hei if Narmer struggle to do so. No, Narmer was the hope for Hei Haikaddad. Level headed, competent, and receptive, if slightly anxious, Narmer H'Haikaddad emanated a sweetness similar to the white lilies in his garden, a flower she hoped Neithotep would elegantly tuck into her braids.
"Good afternoon, Kissian. I appreciate your presence here today," Iaheru glanced to Neithotep, before redirecting her attention towards the composed adults in the room. "The day will be fruitful and kind, I can just feel it."
"Sirdar," Iaheru leans in congenially, the shawl falling off her shoulders ever so slightly with eyes looking deep into the man's being. "Narmer," the 'r' rolls off the tongue in Iaheru's accent, like a cat pouncing. "Your hospitality is nothing short of sublime. I'm never short of blessed by your hospitality and kindness. However, I'm sure that you're accustomed to my pointed demeanor by now..."
"We are not here to be entertained, are we?" Iaheru smiled widely, genuinely excited for her daughter to meet the general. "We're here to gauge compatibility. I propose that Kissian and I attend to something of leisure or lesson. You both ought to spend time together, authentically. Learn about each other."
"Don't hold back, be authentic to yourselves," Iaheru rested her hand on her daughter's knee, giving her a nod of encouragement.
Iaheru smooths the tight linens and pulls together her shrug, glancing around the room to evaluate the atmosphere.
Iaheru took in the state of her daughter, lined with kohl, carmine, and a rouge that covered saddened and sallow cheeks. Heaviness coated the woman's tongue, weighing it to the bottom of her mouth as words cannot find words to soothe. Such comfort was foreign to Iaheru even in her best moments. The sadness bubbled beneath her skin as she realized that when she was courted, she wore the duty of retainer with linen head wraps and a giddy smile. It was Onuphrious that compelled his daughter to parade herself in such a proper way with Iaheru acting as enforcer. It was then that Iaheru mothered in the best way she could. Unbearably, she faced her daughter with tears collected in the corners of her eyes, taking one of Neithotep's hands between both of the mother's. "That's why we're here. And why we will continue to come for some time. Everything must be right."
A shared moment between two women of station, mirrors to each other should Iaheru be dressed as finely. It was not Iaheru that was to be married, so she had worn a standard linen popular with the bankswomen of her youth, only a glimmer of sheerness showed through the coarse fabric, teasing what the hidden jewel of the Nile offered. It was only the amaryllis shawl that demarcated her in the absence of an unforgettable face that accompanied a pervasive, vain pride hanging off the tip of a pierced nose.
She took stock of the Sirdar, seemingly frazzled with the best of intentions. "Sirdar Haikaiddad," Iaheru offered a smile warmer than the stale air, "Our journey over was wonderful. The weather is fair. The destination even fairer. I appreciate your generosity on such short notice."
Iaheru knew that despite the frescoes on the wall fading to a comforting pastel, she had ventured into a pit of vitality and opportunity. Should the match come to fruition, the fountain would pour over mint leaves and lemon peels, the gardens framed by angular wooden decor, a place suited to her daughter's new found softness. If Iaheru could not provide Neithotep with comfort, the mother could provide Neithotep with a better environment, Iaheru using her silent hand to deliver the necessities. Perhaps ivory would become the breathing gardens pulsating with pure relaxation. The hazy aspirations of ivory and mango wood would be sidelined until Iaheru could gauge the true disorder of Hei Haikaddad. She'd hire a few advisors that were keen on her ears and her gold. Maybe they'd be able to teach Narmer along the way, it was what Iaheru hoped for after she hoped for love.
On the topic of ivory flitting through the pathways of her head, she took a seat in a handsome wooden chair, taking in the humble beauty of the old saraaya when her teeth white as ivory clenched at the audience of Kissian. Although Narmer would relinquish the title of Sirdar to Kissian to fulfill and maintain Narutt's line, Iaheru couldn't imagine that the boy before her could ever successfully lead the Hei if Narmer struggle to do so. No, Narmer was the hope for Hei Haikaddad. Level headed, competent, and receptive, if slightly anxious, Narmer H'Haikaddad emanated a sweetness similar to the white lilies in his garden, a flower she hoped Neithotep would elegantly tuck into her braids.
"Good afternoon, Kissian. I appreciate your presence here today," Iaheru glanced to Neithotep, before redirecting her attention towards the composed adults in the room. "The day will be fruitful and kind, I can just feel it."
"Sirdar," Iaheru leans in congenially, the shawl falling off her shoulders ever so slightly with eyes looking deep into the man's being. "Narmer," the 'r' rolls off the tongue in Iaheru's accent, like a cat pouncing. "Your hospitality is nothing short of sublime. I'm never short of blessed by your hospitality and kindness. However, I'm sure that you're accustomed to my pointed demeanor by now..."
"We are not here to be entertained, are we?" Iaheru smiled widely, genuinely excited for her daughter to meet the general. "We're here to gauge compatibility. I propose that Kissian and I attend to something of leisure or lesson. You both ought to spend time together, authentically. Learn about each other."
"Don't hold back, be authentic to yourselves," Iaheru rested her hand on her daughter's knee, giving her a nod of encouragement.
Iaheru smooths the tight linens and pulls together her shrug, glancing around the room to evaluate the atmosphere.
Neithotep straightened as the door opened to receive them, pasting a smile on her face that would fool any but those who truly knew her. The young woman had always had a certain charm about her, an easy demeanor that won over men and women alike, and that was the face she meant to show today. In response to her mother’s words, she offered but a single squeeze of her hand before relinquishing it from her grasp. All things considered, Iaheru was about the last person she wanted reassurance from.
“Sirdar, a pleasure to see you again,” she greeted Narmer with a warm smile and graceful inclination of her head, dark eyes assessing the man from head to toe. Well-built with a kind, open face, Nia had to admit he was handsome, if nothing else. At least her parents weren’t trying to sell her off to some boorish fool.
Led deeper into the saraaya, her gaze roamed the walls and furniture, taking in its quality with a critical eye. None of it was poorly made, but it was obviously worn, the frescoes on the walls faded nearly to the point of becoming unrecognizable. It was a far cry from her family’s own home, an opulent affair that showcased their extravagant wealth in no uncertain terms. Luckily for all of them, Nia didn’t really care about such niceties in a potential mate, and so these things merely passed under her notice with the barest hint of a shrug.
Unfortunately, the one thing she did want in a mate was not there, either. And that was love.
As they entered the sitting room, another face made itself known, that of the young heir to Hei Haikkadad. “A pleasure to see you, as well, Lord Kissan.” Her smile for him was just as warm as the one she’d offered Narmer, if not more so, for he was not the one to be her intended. Idly, she wondered longingly after the twins, particularly Safiya, whose presence might have made this visit just a bit more bearable.
Seating herself next to her mother, Nia smoothed the skirt of her kalasiris before folding her hands in her lap and doing her best not to fidget. She was meant to be a woman of grace and refinement, and that was the face she put forward, instead of grimacing and scratching under her unbearably hot and itchy wig. Already, she longed for the evening when she could take it and the rest of her finery off and fling it to the side while she lounged in nothing but the skin the gods gave her.
Listening to her mother speak about why they were here, the young noblewoman kept a grimace from her face only with the most severe effort. Compatibility. Nia already knew she was not compatible with the man they wished her to marry, a straight-laced soldier who she doubted shared any of her particular interests. But they were not here for her to fight and complain; there’d be time enough for that when they returned home. For now, she would simply pretend she was happy to be here and do her best to charm her potential match as Iaheru seemed so keen for her to do.
“Some time for us to get to know each other would be divine,” Nia murmured graciously, turning her attention back to Narmer with a sweet smile. “Perhaps we might take a walk? Maybe through your gardens? I’d love to see more of the place I might someday call home.”
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Neithotep straightened as the door opened to receive them, pasting a smile on her face that would fool any but those who truly knew her. The young woman had always had a certain charm about her, an easy demeanor that won over men and women alike, and that was the face she meant to show today. In response to her mother’s words, she offered but a single squeeze of her hand before relinquishing it from her grasp. All things considered, Iaheru was about the last person she wanted reassurance from.
“Sirdar, a pleasure to see you again,” she greeted Narmer with a warm smile and graceful inclination of her head, dark eyes assessing the man from head to toe. Well-built with a kind, open face, Nia had to admit he was handsome, if nothing else. At least her parents weren’t trying to sell her off to some boorish fool.
Led deeper into the saraaya, her gaze roamed the walls and furniture, taking in its quality with a critical eye. None of it was poorly made, but it was obviously worn, the frescoes on the walls faded nearly to the point of becoming unrecognizable. It was a far cry from her family’s own home, an opulent affair that showcased their extravagant wealth in no uncertain terms. Luckily for all of them, Nia didn’t really care about such niceties in a potential mate, and so these things merely passed under her notice with the barest hint of a shrug.
Unfortunately, the one thing she did want in a mate was not there, either. And that was love.
As they entered the sitting room, another face made itself known, that of the young heir to Hei Haikkadad. “A pleasure to see you, as well, Lord Kissan.” Her smile for him was just as warm as the one she’d offered Narmer, if not more so, for he was not the one to be her intended. Idly, she wondered longingly after the twins, particularly Safiya, whose presence might have made this visit just a bit more bearable.
Seating herself next to her mother, Nia smoothed the skirt of her kalasiris before folding her hands in her lap and doing her best not to fidget. She was meant to be a woman of grace and refinement, and that was the face she put forward, instead of grimacing and scratching under her unbearably hot and itchy wig. Already, she longed for the evening when she could take it and the rest of her finery off and fling it to the side while she lounged in nothing but the skin the gods gave her.
Listening to her mother speak about why they were here, the young noblewoman kept a grimace from her face only with the most severe effort. Compatibility. Nia already knew she was not compatible with the man they wished her to marry, a straight-laced soldier who she doubted shared any of her particular interests. But they were not here for her to fight and complain; there’d be time enough for that when they returned home. For now, she would simply pretend she was happy to be here and do her best to charm her potential match as Iaheru seemed so keen for her to do.
“Some time for us to get to know each other would be divine,” Nia murmured graciously, turning her attention back to Narmer with a sweet smile. “Perhaps we might take a walk? Maybe through your gardens? I’d love to see more of the place I might someday call home.”
Neithotep straightened as the door opened to receive them, pasting a smile on her face that would fool any but those who truly knew her. The young woman had always had a certain charm about her, an easy demeanor that won over men and women alike, and that was the face she meant to show today. In response to her mother’s words, she offered but a single squeeze of her hand before relinquishing it from her grasp. All things considered, Iaheru was about the last person she wanted reassurance from.
“Sirdar, a pleasure to see you again,” she greeted Narmer with a warm smile and graceful inclination of her head, dark eyes assessing the man from head to toe. Well-built with a kind, open face, Nia had to admit he was handsome, if nothing else. At least her parents weren’t trying to sell her off to some boorish fool.
Led deeper into the saraaya, her gaze roamed the walls and furniture, taking in its quality with a critical eye. None of it was poorly made, but it was obviously worn, the frescoes on the walls faded nearly to the point of becoming unrecognizable. It was a far cry from her family’s own home, an opulent affair that showcased their extravagant wealth in no uncertain terms. Luckily for all of them, Nia didn’t really care about such niceties in a potential mate, and so these things merely passed under her notice with the barest hint of a shrug.
Unfortunately, the one thing she did want in a mate was not there, either. And that was love.
As they entered the sitting room, another face made itself known, that of the young heir to Hei Haikkadad. “A pleasure to see you, as well, Lord Kissan.” Her smile for him was just as warm as the one she’d offered Narmer, if not more so, for he was not the one to be her intended. Idly, she wondered longingly after the twins, particularly Safiya, whose presence might have made this visit just a bit more bearable.
Seating herself next to her mother, Nia smoothed the skirt of her kalasiris before folding her hands in her lap and doing her best not to fidget. She was meant to be a woman of grace and refinement, and that was the face she put forward, instead of grimacing and scratching under her unbearably hot and itchy wig. Already, she longed for the evening when she could take it and the rest of her finery off and fling it to the side while she lounged in nothing but the skin the gods gave her.
Listening to her mother speak about why they were here, the young noblewoman kept a grimace from her face only with the most severe effort. Compatibility. Nia already knew she was not compatible with the man they wished her to marry, a straight-laced soldier who she doubted shared any of her particular interests. But they were not here for her to fight and complain; there’d be time enough for that when they returned home. For now, she would simply pretend she was happy to be here and do her best to charm her potential match as Iaheru seemed so keen for her to do.
“Some time for us to get to know each other would be divine,” Nia murmured graciously, turning her attention back to Narmer with a sweet smile. “Perhaps we might take a walk? Maybe through your gardens? I’d love to see more of the place I might someday call home.”
The Sheifa ladies were immaculately dressed, as they were always, or at least in Narmer's imagination. Somehow, the Sirdsett seemed always well put together, and the reputation of the Hei did much to help that as well, when they seemed to be bathed in gold. Suddenly feeling as if he was underperforming next to the rich Hei, he shifted uncomfortably while fervantly hoping inwardly that all was well, the man smiled back in return to the warm one offered by the Sirdsett, nodding as she spoke,a nd then turned to the one who was supposedly to be his bride. The second daughter of the Hei Sheifa was a beautiful one, at least so the rumors speak. Narmer was inclined to agree, as he ran his eyes respectful upon her, and inclined his head to her greeting. "As I to see you, Sirdsett. You look lovely, as you always do." Praise was always a good thing, right?
His gaze flickered to the doorway as his nephew, looking a tad frazzled himself, appeared. The man smiled, pleased at the way Kissan was conducting himself as he was taught to. Narmer still fully intended for Kissan to inherit the Hei, but for that to happen Kissan must behave the part, lessons which Narmer has been trying to impart to the boy ever since his return from his travels. His eyes followed the boy's distance until he took a seat, but frowned as small, unusual sounds made themselves heard from behind the house. His Hei was larger then usual, as compared to the more modern Hei's in Egypt... so why was there the sound of chains rattling drifting to his ears?
Trying to ignore it however, the man smiled as he shifted his attention back to the two Sheifa ladies as Iaheru spoke, only to have his smile freeze when the offer was blatantly put out. But it was true, was it not? They were not here on a social call, and there was no point in wasting time afterall. He nodded in kind, mutely agreeing to the main matter at hand. "I concur, Sirdsett. Kissan, perhaps you could show Sirdsett Iaheru a tour of the house?" he suggested, a pointed look to Kissan was enough to show the uncle wanted only the newly decorated rooms and quarters to be shown, and for Gods sake avoid the places the servants had reported to see rats of late.
Wiping the tight smile away from his lips, the man nodded when he heard Neithotep's suggestion. "I'm glad to oblige the lady's wishes, of course. The gardens of the Haikaddad saraaya are famed, have you heard? We hosted the Pharoah and Her Evening Radiance here not a few weeks ago, which you attended, Neithotep." it was that exact that had led to the discussions between himself and her mother, even if the event in itself had ended up with the disastrous fainting of the young Queen, Narmer was beginning to think it quite fruitful. "But perhaps the lights were far too dim then. I could show you the true colors of our blooms in daylight, if you would like?" he offered, an arm out for Neithotep to take, as charming a smile he could muster upon his lips.
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The Sheifa ladies were immaculately dressed, as they were always, or at least in Narmer's imagination. Somehow, the Sirdsett seemed always well put together, and the reputation of the Hei did much to help that as well, when they seemed to be bathed in gold. Suddenly feeling as if he was underperforming next to the rich Hei, he shifted uncomfortably while fervantly hoping inwardly that all was well, the man smiled back in return to the warm one offered by the Sirdsett, nodding as she spoke,a nd then turned to the one who was supposedly to be his bride. The second daughter of the Hei Sheifa was a beautiful one, at least so the rumors speak. Narmer was inclined to agree, as he ran his eyes respectful upon her, and inclined his head to her greeting. "As I to see you, Sirdsett. You look lovely, as you always do." Praise was always a good thing, right?
His gaze flickered to the doorway as his nephew, looking a tad frazzled himself, appeared. The man smiled, pleased at the way Kissan was conducting himself as he was taught to. Narmer still fully intended for Kissan to inherit the Hei, but for that to happen Kissan must behave the part, lessons which Narmer has been trying to impart to the boy ever since his return from his travels. His eyes followed the boy's distance until he took a seat, but frowned as small, unusual sounds made themselves heard from behind the house. His Hei was larger then usual, as compared to the more modern Hei's in Egypt... so why was there the sound of chains rattling drifting to his ears?
Trying to ignore it however, the man smiled as he shifted his attention back to the two Sheifa ladies as Iaheru spoke, only to have his smile freeze when the offer was blatantly put out. But it was true, was it not? They were not here on a social call, and there was no point in wasting time afterall. He nodded in kind, mutely agreeing to the main matter at hand. "I concur, Sirdsett. Kissan, perhaps you could show Sirdsett Iaheru a tour of the house?" he suggested, a pointed look to Kissan was enough to show the uncle wanted only the newly decorated rooms and quarters to be shown, and for Gods sake avoid the places the servants had reported to see rats of late.
Wiping the tight smile away from his lips, the man nodded when he heard Neithotep's suggestion. "I'm glad to oblige the lady's wishes, of course. The gardens of the Haikaddad saraaya are famed, have you heard? We hosted the Pharoah and Her Evening Radiance here not a few weeks ago, which you attended, Neithotep." it was that exact that had led to the discussions between himself and her mother, even if the event in itself had ended up with the disastrous fainting of the young Queen, Narmer was beginning to think it quite fruitful. "But perhaps the lights were far too dim then. I could show you the true colors of our blooms in daylight, if you would like?" he offered, an arm out for Neithotep to take, as charming a smile he could muster upon his lips.
The Sheifa ladies were immaculately dressed, as they were always, or at least in Narmer's imagination. Somehow, the Sirdsett seemed always well put together, and the reputation of the Hei did much to help that as well, when they seemed to be bathed in gold. Suddenly feeling as if he was underperforming next to the rich Hei, he shifted uncomfortably while fervantly hoping inwardly that all was well, the man smiled back in return to the warm one offered by the Sirdsett, nodding as she spoke,a nd then turned to the one who was supposedly to be his bride. The second daughter of the Hei Sheifa was a beautiful one, at least so the rumors speak. Narmer was inclined to agree, as he ran his eyes respectful upon her, and inclined his head to her greeting. "As I to see you, Sirdsett. You look lovely, as you always do." Praise was always a good thing, right?
His gaze flickered to the doorway as his nephew, looking a tad frazzled himself, appeared. The man smiled, pleased at the way Kissan was conducting himself as he was taught to. Narmer still fully intended for Kissan to inherit the Hei, but for that to happen Kissan must behave the part, lessons which Narmer has been trying to impart to the boy ever since his return from his travels. His eyes followed the boy's distance until he took a seat, but frowned as small, unusual sounds made themselves heard from behind the house. His Hei was larger then usual, as compared to the more modern Hei's in Egypt... so why was there the sound of chains rattling drifting to his ears?
Trying to ignore it however, the man smiled as he shifted his attention back to the two Sheifa ladies as Iaheru spoke, only to have his smile freeze when the offer was blatantly put out. But it was true, was it not? They were not here on a social call, and there was no point in wasting time afterall. He nodded in kind, mutely agreeing to the main matter at hand. "I concur, Sirdsett. Kissan, perhaps you could show Sirdsett Iaheru a tour of the house?" he suggested, a pointed look to Kissan was enough to show the uncle wanted only the newly decorated rooms and quarters to be shown, and for Gods sake avoid the places the servants had reported to see rats of late.
Wiping the tight smile away from his lips, the man nodded when he heard Neithotep's suggestion. "I'm glad to oblige the lady's wishes, of course. The gardens of the Haikaddad saraaya are famed, have you heard? We hosted the Pharoah and Her Evening Radiance here not a few weeks ago, which you attended, Neithotep." it was that exact that had led to the discussions between himself and her mother, even if the event in itself had ended up with the disastrous fainting of the young Queen, Narmer was beginning to think it quite fruitful. "But perhaps the lights were far too dim then. I could show you the true colors of our blooms in daylight, if you would like?" he offered, an arm out for Neithotep to take, as charming a smile he could muster upon his lips.
Gently, Neithotep’s palm rested on Narmer’s arm, rising from her seat in a single motion. “Of course, I remember,” she answered, her voice warm. Mostly, she remembered avoiding the main crowd as much as she could that night, dodging Iahotep’s gaze behind ferns and flowers and making herself as scarce as possible. “They were lovely then. As you said, I’m sure they’re even lovelier in daylight.”
This small talk was somewhat stiff and uncomfortable in comparison to Nia’s normal easy demeanor, but this was a position she’d never been in before. Her affairs were normally torrid and fierce, brimming with a heated fervor that she just couldn’t see brewing between her and Narmer. As she’d observed before, he was handsome, but any sort of passion or sensuality seemed to be lacking in his personality. But perhaps that was just because she’d never seen him between the sheets...
“Have you lived in Cairo all your life, Sirdar?” Nia asked politely as they left the receiving room and headed outside, sparing one last look for her mother and Kissan before they were out of sight. “My family tends to travel between Thebes and Cairo quite often, and I’ve always found Cairo to be the more exciting of the two cities.”
Once outdoors, the young lady of Hei Sheifa blinked the sunlight from her eyes, reaching up her free hand to shade her gaze. Even this late in the year, the Egyptian sun showed little mercy, bearing down on them with a heat that promised summer would still hold them in its clutches for a bit longer. Truthfully, Nia didn’t mind much; she’d always been a creature who enjoyed the warmth, even if she preferred the balmy cover of nighttime over the unrelenting brightness of day.
Walking into the garden, Nia paused to enjoy the beautifully sculpted layout. While Hei Haikkadad was rumored to be in decline, one would never know it from the state of their gardens. It was obvious they were lovingly tended, with a minute attention to detail that left her smiling in pleasure. One hand reached out to caress the petals of a nearby rose, leaning in to savor its effusive scent.
“You were right, it’s even more beautiful when it’s not shrouded in darkness,” she complimented the gardens, straightening back up and turning to smile at Narmer. It was a little more genuine this time; she enjoyed nature’s beauty in a way she’d never really appreciated the beauty of manmade things. “Do you ever tend to the plants yourself?” she asked curiously, head tilting to the side. I’d imagine it’s very relaxing. I used to help my mother in our own gardens when I was a child. The irony in that I now only use them when I want to get away from the rest of my family.” Those words were perhaps a little blunter than she’d intended, but it was the truth. She valued her privacy, something she just simply couldn’t seem to get inside the house.
“Though I don’t imagine a Sirdar gets much time for relaxing, do you?”
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Gently, Neithotep’s palm rested on Narmer’s arm, rising from her seat in a single motion. “Of course, I remember,” she answered, her voice warm. Mostly, she remembered avoiding the main crowd as much as she could that night, dodging Iahotep’s gaze behind ferns and flowers and making herself as scarce as possible. “They were lovely then. As you said, I’m sure they’re even lovelier in daylight.”
This small talk was somewhat stiff and uncomfortable in comparison to Nia’s normal easy demeanor, but this was a position she’d never been in before. Her affairs were normally torrid and fierce, brimming with a heated fervor that she just couldn’t see brewing between her and Narmer. As she’d observed before, he was handsome, but any sort of passion or sensuality seemed to be lacking in his personality. But perhaps that was just because she’d never seen him between the sheets...
“Have you lived in Cairo all your life, Sirdar?” Nia asked politely as they left the receiving room and headed outside, sparing one last look for her mother and Kissan before they were out of sight. “My family tends to travel between Thebes and Cairo quite often, and I’ve always found Cairo to be the more exciting of the two cities.”
Once outdoors, the young lady of Hei Sheifa blinked the sunlight from her eyes, reaching up her free hand to shade her gaze. Even this late in the year, the Egyptian sun showed little mercy, bearing down on them with a heat that promised summer would still hold them in its clutches for a bit longer. Truthfully, Nia didn’t mind much; she’d always been a creature who enjoyed the warmth, even if she preferred the balmy cover of nighttime over the unrelenting brightness of day.
Walking into the garden, Nia paused to enjoy the beautifully sculpted layout. While Hei Haikkadad was rumored to be in decline, one would never know it from the state of their gardens. It was obvious they were lovingly tended, with a minute attention to detail that left her smiling in pleasure. One hand reached out to caress the petals of a nearby rose, leaning in to savor its effusive scent.
“You were right, it’s even more beautiful when it’s not shrouded in darkness,” she complimented the gardens, straightening back up and turning to smile at Narmer. It was a little more genuine this time; she enjoyed nature’s beauty in a way she’d never really appreciated the beauty of manmade things. “Do you ever tend to the plants yourself?” she asked curiously, head tilting to the side. I’d imagine it’s very relaxing. I used to help my mother in our own gardens when I was a child. The irony in that I now only use them when I want to get away from the rest of my family.” Those words were perhaps a little blunter than she’d intended, but it was the truth. She valued her privacy, something she just simply couldn’t seem to get inside the house.
“Though I don’t imagine a Sirdar gets much time for relaxing, do you?”
Gently, Neithotep’s palm rested on Narmer’s arm, rising from her seat in a single motion. “Of course, I remember,” she answered, her voice warm. Mostly, she remembered avoiding the main crowd as much as she could that night, dodging Iahotep’s gaze behind ferns and flowers and making herself as scarce as possible. “They were lovely then. As you said, I’m sure they’re even lovelier in daylight.”
This small talk was somewhat stiff and uncomfortable in comparison to Nia’s normal easy demeanor, but this was a position she’d never been in before. Her affairs were normally torrid and fierce, brimming with a heated fervor that she just couldn’t see brewing between her and Narmer. As she’d observed before, he was handsome, but any sort of passion or sensuality seemed to be lacking in his personality. But perhaps that was just because she’d never seen him between the sheets...
“Have you lived in Cairo all your life, Sirdar?” Nia asked politely as they left the receiving room and headed outside, sparing one last look for her mother and Kissan before they were out of sight. “My family tends to travel between Thebes and Cairo quite often, and I’ve always found Cairo to be the more exciting of the two cities.”
Once outdoors, the young lady of Hei Sheifa blinked the sunlight from her eyes, reaching up her free hand to shade her gaze. Even this late in the year, the Egyptian sun showed little mercy, bearing down on them with a heat that promised summer would still hold them in its clutches for a bit longer. Truthfully, Nia didn’t mind much; she’d always been a creature who enjoyed the warmth, even if she preferred the balmy cover of nighttime over the unrelenting brightness of day.
Walking into the garden, Nia paused to enjoy the beautifully sculpted layout. While Hei Haikkadad was rumored to be in decline, one would never know it from the state of their gardens. It was obvious they were lovingly tended, with a minute attention to detail that left her smiling in pleasure. One hand reached out to caress the petals of a nearby rose, leaning in to savor its effusive scent.
“You were right, it’s even more beautiful when it’s not shrouded in darkness,” she complimented the gardens, straightening back up and turning to smile at Narmer. It was a little more genuine this time; she enjoyed nature’s beauty in a way she’d never really appreciated the beauty of manmade things. “Do you ever tend to the plants yourself?” she asked curiously, head tilting to the side. I’d imagine it’s very relaxing. I used to help my mother in our own gardens when I was a child. The irony in that I now only use them when I want to get away from the rest of my family.” Those words were perhaps a little blunter than she’d intended, but it was the truth. She valued her privacy, something she just simply couldn’t seem to get inside the house.
“Though I don’t imagine a Sirdar gets much time for relaxing, do you?”
For a soft while, Narmer felt apologetic as he followed Neithotep and led her to the gardens of his saraaya. In truth, the girl was nice, albeit a little loose around the edges. She was polite, well brought up as a daughter to an Egyptian noble house, and had all the chances to make a wonderful match. Would he be worthy of the match she was born to make? Narmer himself had never been one who was destined to make a rich marriage, at least not while Narutt was here. As a young boy, he had entertained maybe being married to a scholar's daughter, at best.
Now, he wasn't sure what to think.
The man nodded politely in return to the young Sheifa heiress's polite question, making small talk as was common for their ilk. Small talk underlined with hidden words, meanings, unspoken feelings... court life tired him out, in truth. "If you've lived here all your life, it really isn't all that exciting." he replied eventually with a wry laugh, and a weary look upon his features. His travels revealed to him the wonders of the world far beyond the cities of Egypt. He's seen the tribes of Bedoa, the quiet nature of Judeans, and even met a few Greeks that he's befriended. Life back in Cairo seemed to pale in comparision, really.
But life in Cairo was duty, and Narmer had promised the memory of his brother and father he would no longer shirk duty.
Joining Neithotep under the sun threw some shade against his slowly dipping mood. The sun had always done well in ensuring he felt better again, and the smile returned to his face as he watched the young Sheifa lady entering his gardens, the one part of his saraaya he could still be proud of. His sister-in-law still tended to the blooms, and Na'meah seemed to have a natural green thumb in bringing the best out of the blooms they had at home. Her smile was sweet, beautiful... but it was just that between the two of them, flat. A marriage of duty, but it wouldn't be more, Narmer suspected.
"We tried to light it up, but I think no light would be able to do justice to them." he murmured, taking a few steps closer. The man shook his head to her query, and then laughed at her little story. "Well, if you'd like to come here to get away, I wouldn't mind. But to answer your question, no, my sister-in-law tends to them. I'm afraid plants and I never really get along." Narmer commented with an embarassed look. He almost trampled upon new shoots once, and ever since then Na'meah had banned Narmer from his brand of 'help' in the gardens.
Her last question had him cocking his head, and for a moment, Narmer wasn't entirely sure what to annswer. Did he get rest? In truth, he wasn't terribly busy...but what kept Narmer busy was his mind, and its inability to shut up. It kept him awake, gave him thoughts he shouldn't have, and was the one responsible for the dark circles beneath his eyes. Bringing his attention back to Neithotep however, the man considered for a moment before formulating his answer. "I get enough time, I suppose. But it depends on what one calls 'relaxing' though. What do you do when you find the time, sirdsett?"
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For a soft while, Narmer felt apologetic as he followed Neithotep and led her to the gardens of his saraaya. In truth, the girl was nice, albeit a little loose around the edges. She was polite, well brought up as a daughter to an Egyptian noble house, and had all the chances to make a wonderful match. Would he be worthy of the match she was born to make? Narmer himself had never been one who was destined to make a rich marriage, at least not while Narutt was here. As a young boy, he had entertained maybe being married to a scholar's daughter, at best.
Now, he wasn't sure what to think.
The man nodded politely in return to the young Sheifa heiress's polite question, making small talk as was common for their ilk. Small talk underlined with hidden words, meanings, unspoken feelings... court life tired him out, in truth. "If you've lived here all your life, it really isn't all that exciting." he replied eventually with a wry laugh, and a weary look upon his features. His travels revealed to him the wonders of the world far beyond the cities of Egypt. He's seen the tribes of Bedoa, the quiet nature of Judeans, and even met a few Greeks that he's befriended. Life back in Cairo seemed to pale in comparision, really.
But life in Cairo was duty, and Narmer had promised the memory of his brother and father he would no longer shirk duty.
Joining Neithotep under the sun threw some shade against his slowly dipping mood. The sun had always done well in ensuring he felt better again, and the smile returned to his face as he watched the young Sheifa lady entering his gardens, the one part of his saraaya he could still be proud of. His sister-in-law still tended to the blooms, and Na'meah seemed to have a natural green thumb in bringing the best out of the blooms they had at home. Her smile was sweet, beautiful... but it was just that between the two of them, flat. A marriage of duty, but it wouldn't be more, Narmer suspected.
"We tried to light it up, but I think no light would be able to do justice to them." he murmured, taking a few steps closer. The man shook his head to her query, and then laughed at her little story. "Well, if you'd like to come here to get away, I wouldn't mind. But to answer your question, no, my sister-in-law tends to them. I'm afraid plants and I never really get along." Narmer commented with an embarassed look. He almost trampled upon new shoots once, and ever since then Na'meah had banned Narmer from his brand of 'help' in the gardens.
Her last question had him cocking his head, and for a moment, Narmer wasn't entirely sure what to annswer. Did he get rest? In truth, he wasn't terribly busy...but what kept Narmer busy was his mind, and its inability to shut up. It kept him awake, gave him thoughts he shouldn't have, and was the one responsible for the dark circles beneath his eyes. Bringing his attention back to Neithotep however, the man considered for a moment before formulating his answer. "I get enough time, I suppose. But it depends on what one calls 'relaxing' though. What do you do when you find the time, sirdsett?"
For a soft while, Narmer felt apologetic as he followed Neithotep and led her to the gardens of his saraaya. In truth, the girl was nice, albeit a little loose around the edges. She was polite, well brought up as a daughter to an Egyptian noble house, and had all the chances to make a wonderful match. Would he be worthy of the match she was born to make? Narmer himself had never been one who was destined to make a rich marriage, at least not while Narutt was here. As a young boy, he had entertained maybe being married to a scholar's daughter, at best.
Now, he wasn't sure what to think.
The man nodded politely in return to the young Sheifa heiress's polite question, making small talk as was common for their ilk. Small talk underlined with hidden words, meanings, unspoken feelings... court life tired him out, in truth. "If you've lived here all your life, it really isn't all that exciting." he replied eventually with a wry laugh, and a weary look upon his features. His travels revealed to him the wonders of the world far beyond the cities of Egypt. He's seen the tribes of Bedoa, the quiet nature of Judeans, and even met a few Greeks that he's befriended. Life back in Cairo seemed to pale in comparision, really.
But life in Cairo was duty, and Narmer had promised the memory of his brother and father he would no longer shirk duty.
Joining Neithotep under the sun threw some shade against his slowly dipping mood. The sun had always done well in ensuring he felt better again, and the smile returned to his face as he watched the young Sheifa lady entering his gardens, the one part of his saraaya he could still be proud of. His sister-in-law still tended to the blooms, and Na'meah seemed to have a natural green thumb in bringing the best out of the blooms they had at home. Her smile was sweet, beautiful... but it was just that between the two of them, flat. A marriage of duty, but it wouldn't be more, Narmer suspected.
"We tried to light it up, but I think no light would be able to do justice to them." he murmured, taking a few steps closer. The man shook his head to her query, and then laughed at her little story. "Well, if you'd like to come here to get away, I wouldn't mind. But to answer your question, no, my sister-in-law tends to them. I'm afraid plants and I never really get along." Narmer commented with an embarassed look. He almost trampled upon new shoots once, and ever since then Na'meah had banned Narmer from his brand of 'help' in the gardens.
Her last question had him cocking his head, and for a moment, Narmer wasn't entirely sure what to annswer. Did he get rest? In truth, he wasn't terribly busy...but what kept Narmer busy was his mind, and its inability to shut up. It kept him awake, gave him thoughts he shouldn't have, and was the one responsible for the dark circles beneath his eyes. Bringing his attention back to Neithotep however, the man considered for a moment before formulating his answer. "I get enough time, I suppose. But it depends on what one calls 'relaxing' though. What do you do when you find the time, sirdsett?"
But to answer your question, no, my sister-in-law tends to them. I'm afraid plants and I never really get along.
Nia smiled a little at that, chuckling softly. “I’ve never been very good with them, either,” she replied, fingertips stroking gently over a nearby anemone. “I just never really had the attention span to learn how to tend them properly. Patience isn’t really one of my strong suits.”
That, it really wasn’t. The young noblewoman was the type to demand instant gratification, quickly becoming bored and restless if she wasn’t presented with what she wanted fairly quickly. Not to mention, what she wanted tended to change so often, it wasn’t like anyone could really keep up with it. Nia didn’t really think of herself as someone that was hard to please, but perhaps there were those who knew her that might disagree.
When Narmer asked her what she did for fun, Nia coughed to hide a laugh. Her idea of fun wasn’t exactly family friendly, and she had a feeling this was one of those things she probably shouldn’t be honest about. Oh, my lord, I like to drown my feelings in booze and smoke opium until I can’t see straight, hardly seemed like an appropriate response, though maybe if she did tell him that, he’d rescind his marriage inquiry…
“A bit of this, a bit of that,” was her ambiguous response as she tried to formulate an answer in her head that wasn’t really a lie or the truth. Before she could get out a better reply, though, a flash of movement in the corner of her dark eye drew Nia’s attention. Turning her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of a furry little body with a long tail sneaking off through the garden with some tiny prize in its mouth. Frowning, her gaze narrowed as she tried to discern what it was, and once she did, she stumbled back a few steps with a gasp.
“Rat!” she cried, pointing in its direction and darting behind Narmer as if for protection. Nia didn’t consider herself overly delicate, at least as far as noblewomen went, but what person in their right mind wanted to bump into a rat?! At least it was just the one…
As if on cue, another came scampering behind the first one, causing Nia to jump and cry out again. “Sirdar, are rats a common problem in your gardens?” she asked in dismay, peeking out from behind his shoulder in horror. And this was where her mother was trying to send her off to?!
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But to answer your question, no, my sister-in-law tends to them. I'm afraid plants and I never really get along.
Nia smiled a little at that, chuckling softly. “I’ve never been very good with them, either,” she replied, fingertips stroking gently over a nearby anemone. “I just never really had the attention span to learn how to tend them properly. Patience isn’t really one of my strong suits.”
That, it really wasn’t. The young noblewoman was the type to demand instant gratification, quickly becoming bored and restless if she wasn’t presented with what she wanted fairly quickly. Not to mention, what she wanted tended to change so often, it wasn’t like anyone could really keep up with it. Nia didn’t really think of herself as someone that was hard to please, but perhaps there were those who knew her that might disagree.
When Narmer asked her what she did for fun, Nia coughed to hide a laugh. Her idea of fun wasn’t exactly family friendly, and she had a feeling this was one of those things she probably shouldn’t be honest about. Oh, my lord, I like to drown my feelings in booze and smoke opium until I can’t see straight, hardly seemed like an appropriate response, though maybe if she did tell him that, he’d rescind his marriage inquiry…
“A bit of this, a bit of that,” was her ambiguous response as she tried to formulate an answer in her head that wasn’t really a lie or the truth. Before she could get out a better reply, though, a flash of movement in the corner of her dark eye drew Nia’s attention. Turning her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of a furry little body with a long tail sneaking off through the garden with some tiny prize in its mouth. Frowning, her gaze narrowed as she tried to discern what it was, and once she did, she stumbled back a few steps with a gasp.
“Rat!” she cried, pointing in its direction and darting behind Narmer as if for protection. Nia didn’t consider herself overly delicate, at least as far as noblewomen went, but what person in their right mind wanted to bump into a rat?! At least it was just the one…
As if on cue, another came scampering behind the first one, causing Nia to jump and cry out again. “Sirdar, are rats a common problem in your gardens?” she asked in dismay, peeking out from behind his shoulder in horror. And this was where her mother was trying to send her off to?!
But to answer your question, no, my sister-in-law tends to them. I'm afraid plants and I never really get along.
Nia smiled a little at that, chuckling softly. “I’ve never been very good with them, either,” she replied, fingertips stroking gently over a nearby anemone. “I just never really had the attention span to learn how to tend them properly. Patience isn’t really one of my strong suits.”
That, it really wasn’t. The young noblewoman was the type to demand instant gratification, quickly becoming bored and restless if she wasn’t presented with what she wanted fairly quickly. Not to mention, what she wanted tended to change so often, it wasn’t like anyone could really keep up with it. Nia didn’t really think of herself as someone that was hard to please, but perhaps there were those who knew her that might disagree.
When Narmer asked her what she did for fun, Nia coughed to hide a laugh. Her idea of fun wasn’t exactly family friendly, and she had a feeling this was one of those things she probably shouldn’t be honest about. Oh, my lord, I like to drown my feelings in booze and smoke opium until I can’t see straight, hardly seemed like an appropriate response, though maybe if she did tell him that, he’d rescind his marriage inquiry…
“A bit of this, a bit of that,” was her ambiguous response as she tried to formulate an answer in her head that wasn’t really a lie or the truth. Before she could get out a better reply, though, a flash of movement in the corner of her dark eye drew Nia’s attention. Turning her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of a furry little body with a long tail sneaking off through the garden with some tiny prize in its mouth. Frowning, her gaze narrowed as she tried to discern what it was, and once she did, she stumbled back a few steps with a gasp.
“Rat!” she cried, pointing in its direction and darting behind Narmer as if for protection. Nia didn’t consider herself overly delicate, at least as far as noblewomen went, but what person in their right mind wanted to bump into a rat?! At least it was just the one…
As if on cue, another came scampering behind the first one, causing Nia to jump and cry out again. “Sirdar, are rats a common problem in your gardens?” she asked in dismay, peeking out from behind his shoulder in horror. And this was where her mother was trying to send her off to?!
Despite all he's heard of the young H'Sheifa , Narmer had to admit that as he stood with her, she did have a soft side to her. But the question was, with how proliferate rumors and her reputation was for seeking out the company of men in her bed, how much of that would Narmer be able to stand? He had asked himself that question multiple times ever since these talks started, and still could not come up with an answer. Was it enough for him to marry so his Hei had the money that Sheifa was able to provide?
Raising a brow at her vague response on what she did in her free time, Narmer paused in his following of her, allowing her to progress a few steps ahead of him as he watched her back. She may be a daughter of nobility, what secrets did she keep? Neithotep sounded as if she wanted to keep more then she told, and while Narmer tried to insist to himself that it was no issue for him, the longer he spent with her, the more he questioned himself. Perhaps he should ask his sister-in-law? Or maybe his nieces and nephew? They may know more of the young noble lady compared to him. Narmer had always been hopeless in keeping up with court gossip and news ever since his return.
Caught up in his thoughts, she didn't even notice the young lady turn to catch a gaze of something, and only jumped to attention when her loud cry of 'Rat!' shook him out of his train of thoughts.
Quickly, he scurried to her side, meeting her halfway just enough for her to scamper behind her as he looked wildly around, trying to spot a sight of those rodents she had claimed to be here. Had he not gotten rid of it? It was the whole reason why he had agreed to allow Kissan to keep the damned cheetah in his backyard now to begin with! Except now they couldn't keep up the feed of the large feline, and those damned rodents were still around! "N-No, sirdsett, I assure you this is a one off thing." he murmured, quickly trying to reassure her even as his attention was split to trying to make sure none of the vermin came up again.
"We had a little bit of a problem, but we're well on our way to solving it, I promise you. My apologies for the scare, Lady Neithotep. P-perhaps we should return indoors?" he suggested, as he tried his best to hide the hesitation and nervousness in his voice and eyes. He did not need the young lady to know the straits of which his Hei was in, if it ended up putting her off even more. As it is, she already seemed not very eager to join him.... he did not need her fears to have further proof.
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Despite all he's heard of the young H'Sheifa , Narmer had to admit that as he stood with her, she did have a soft side to her. But the question was, with how proliferate rumors and her reputation was for seeking out the company of men in her bed, how much of that would Narmer be able to stand? He had asked himself that question multiple times ever since these talks started, and still could not come up with an answer. Was it enough for him to marry so his Hei had the money that Sheifa was able to provide?
Raising a brow at her vague response on what she did in her free time, Narmer paused in his following of her, allowing her to progress a few steps ahead of him as he watched her back. She may be a daughter of nobility, what secrets did she keep? Neithotep sounded as if she wanted to keep more then she told, and while Narmer tried to insist to himself that it was no issue for him, the longer he spent with her, the more he questioned himself. Perhaps he should ask his sister-in-law? Or maybe his nieces and nephew? They may know more of the young noble lady compared to him. Narmer had always been hopeless in keeping up with court gossip and news ever since his return.
Caught up in his thoughts, she didn't even notice the young lady turn to catch a gaze of something, and only jumped to attention when her loud cry of 'Rat!' shook him out of his train of thoughts.
Quickly, he scurried to her side, meeting her halfway just enough for her to scamper behind her as he looked wildly around, trying to spot a sight of those rodents she had claimed to be here. Had he not gotten rid of it? It was the whole reason why he had agreed to allow Kissan to keep the damned cheetah in his backyard now to begin with! Except now they couldn't keep up the feed of the large feline, and those damned rodents were still around! "N-No, sirdsett, I assure you this is a one off thing." he murmured, quickly trying to reassure her even as his attention was split to trying to make sure none of the vermin came up again.
"We had a little bit of a problem, but we're well on our way to solving it, I promise you. My apologies for the scare, Lady Neithotep. P-perhaps we should return indoors?" he suggested, as he tried his best to hide the hesitation and nervousness in his voice and eyes. He did not need the young lady to know the straits of which his Hei was in, if it ended up putting her off even more. As it is, she already seemed not very eager to join him.... he did not need her fears to have further proof.
Despite all he's heard of the young H'Sheifa , Narmer had to admit that as he stood with her, she did have a soft side to her. But the question was, with how proliferate rumors and her reputation was for seeking out the company of men in her bed, how much of that would Narmer be able to stand? He had asked himself that question multiple times ever since these talks started, and still could not come up with an answer. Was it enough for him to marry so his Hei had the money that Sheifa was able to provide?
Raising a brow at her vague response on what she did in her free time, Narmer paused in his following of her, allowing her to progress a few steps ahead of him as he watched her back. She may be a daughter of nobility, what secrets did she keep? Neithotep sounded as if she wanted to keep more then she told, and while Narmer tried to insist to himself that it was no issue for him, the longer he spent with her, the more he questioned himself. Perhaps he should ask his sister-in-law? Or maybe his nieces and nephew? They may know more of the young noble lady compared to him. Narmer had always been hopeless in keeping up with court gossip and news ever since his return.
Caught up in his thoughts, she didn't even notice the young lady turn to catch a gaze of something, and only jumped to attention when her loud cry of 'Rat!' shook him out of his train of thoughts.
Quickly, he scurried to her side, meeting her halfway just enough for her to scamper behind her as he looked wildly around, trying to spot a sight of those rodents she had claimed to be here. Had he not gotten rid of it? It was the whole reason why he had agreed to allow Kissan to keep the damned cheetah in his backyard now to begin with! Except now they couldn't keep up the feed of the large feline, and those damned rodents were still around! "N-No, sirdsett, I assure you this is a one off thing." he murmured, quickly trying to reassure her even as his attention was split to trying to make sure none of the vermin came up again.
"We had a little bit of a problem, but we're well on our way to solving it, I promise you. My apologies for the scare, Lady Neithotep. P-perhaps we should return indoors?" he suggested, as he tried his best to hide the hesitation and nervousness in his voice and eyes. He did not need the young lady to know the straits of which his Hei was in, if it ended up putting her off even more. As it is, she already seemed not very eager to join him.... he did not need her fears to have further proof.
“Yes, perhaps that’s best,” Nia was quick to agree to Narmer’s suggestion they head back inside, dark eyes worriedly casting around the gardens for more signs of the putrid creatures she’d just seen. “Let’s rejoin the others.” By all the gods, rats in a noble saraaya! What nonsense was this?
While the young noblewoman didn’t consider herself to be snobbish or uppity, she did prefer to maintain a certain level of comfort, and after this visit, she wasn’t sure that was a level she’d be able to have here in Sirdar H’Haikkadad’s home. Was this her mother’s roundabout way of punishing her for her impropriety over the years? Did she mean to thrust her into subpar conditions to teach her a lesson? Sure, Nia spent a lot of time among the common rabble, but that didn’t mean she wanted to live with rats. The sooner they could be free of this place, the better!
Walking quietly alongside Narmer as they re-entered the house, Nia was vigilant for the appearance of more rodents, watching the floor and every corner they turned for twitching noses and hairless tails. What if one crept up on her in the night as she slept? What if one got in her mouth?! A shudder ran down her spine at the thought. She could think of a million reasons she didn’t want to marry into this family, and yet here was one more…
Rejoining her mother and Kissan in the parlor, Nia took her seat next to Iaheru again, the look on her face clearly even less comfortable than it had been before. Casting a glance the Sirdsett’s way that she hoped illuminated her desire to leave, the young courtier cleared her throat. “The gardens were as lovely as I remember,” she said with a nod of her head to the Sirdar. “An enviable collection of flora, to be sure.” She wasn’t going to mention the rats to Iaheru until they left, not wanting to embarrass Narmer. Even if she didn’t want to marry him, neither did she wish to be cruel or cause a scene. As immature as she could be, Nia did at least have some tact.
“Though I do find our walk has tired me out more than I thought. I think I might actually be getting ill.” Nia did her best to look weary, which wasn’t that hard, considering the situation she’d been thrust in. “Might we head home soon, Mother? I’d hate to be the cause of any discomfort for Sirdar Narmer or Lord Kissan, especially after the hospitality they’ve shown us today.” Hopefully that was unsubtle enough for the Sheifa matriarch to pick up on, glancing her mother’s way again with a direct hint in her gaze. “I think it best if I go lie down.”
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“Yes, perhaps that’s best,” Nia was quick to agree to Narmer’s suggestion they head back inside, dark eyes worriedly casting around the gardens for more signs of the putrid creatures she’d just seen. “Let’s rejoin the others.” By all the gods, rats in a noble saraaya! What nonsense was this?
While the young noblewoman didn’t consider herself to be snobbish or uppity, she did prefer to maintain a certain level of comfort, and after this visit, she wasn’t sure that was a level she’d be able to have here in Sirdar H’Haikkadad’s home. Was this her mother’s roundabout way of punishing her for her impropriety over the years? Did she mean to thrust her into subpar conditions to teach her a lesson? Sure, Nia spent a lot of time among the common rabble, but that didn’t mean she wanted to live with rats. The sooner they could be free of this place, the better!
Walking quietly alongside Narmer as they re-entered the house, Nia was vigilant for the appearance of more rodents, watching the floor and every corner they turned for twitching noses and hairless tails. What if one crept up on her in the night as she slept? What if one got in her mouth?! A shudder ran down her spine at the thought. She could think of a million reasons she didn’t want to marry into this family, and yet here was one more…
Rejoining her mother and Kissan in the parlor, Nia took her seat next to Iaheru again, the look on her face clearly even less comfortable than it had been before. Casting a glance the Sirdsett’s way that she hoped illuminated her desire to leave, the young courtier cleared her throat. “The gardens were as lovely as I remember,” she said with a nod of her head to the Sirdar. “An enviable collection of flora, to be sure.” She wasn’t going to mention the rats to Iaheru until they left, not wanting to embarrass Narmer. Even if she didn’t want to marry him, neither did she wish to be cruel or cause a scene. As immature as she could be, Nia did at least have some tact.
“Though I do find our walk has tired me out more than I thought. I think I might actually be getting ill.” Nia did her best to look weary, which wasn’t that hard, considering the situation she’d been thrust in. “Might we head home soon, Mother? I’d hate to be the cause of any discomfort for Sirdar Narmer or Lord Kissan, especially after the hospitality they’ve shown us today.” Hopefully that was unsubtle enough for the Sheifa matriarch to pick up on, glancing her mother’s way again with a direct hint in her gaze. “I think it best if I go lie down.”
“Yes, perhaps that’s best,” Nia was quick to agree to Narmer’s suggestion they head back inside, dark eyes worriedly casting around the gardens for more signs of the putrid creatures she’d just seen. “Let’s rejoin the others.” By all the gods, rats in a noble saraaya! What nonsense was this?
While the young noblewoman didn’t consider herself to be snobbish or uppity, she did prefer to maintain a certain level of comfort, and after this visit, she wasn’t sure that was a level she’d be able to have here in Sirdar H’Haikkadad’s home. Was this her mother’s roundabout way of punishing her for her impropriety over the years? Did she mean to thrust her into subpar conditions to teach her a lesson? Sure, Nia spent a lot of time among the common rabble, but that didn’t mean she wanted to live with rats. The sooner they could be free of this place, the better!
Walking quietly alongside Narmer as they re-entered the house, Nia was vigilant for the appearance of more rodents, watching the floor and every corner they turned for twitching noses and hairless tails. What if one crept up on her in the night as she slept? What if one got in her mouth?! A shudder ran down her spine at the thought. She could think of a million reasons she didn’t want to marry into this family, and yet here was one more…
Rejoining her mother and Kissan in the parlor, Nia took her seat next to Iaheru again, the look on her face clearly even less comfortable than it had been before. Casting a glance the Sirdsett’s way that she hoped illuminated her desire to leave, the young courtier cleared her throat. “The gardens were as lovely as I remember,” she said with a nod of her head to the Sirdar. “An enviable collection of flora, to be sure.” She wasn’t going to mention the rats to Iaheru until they left, not wanting to embarrass Narmer. Even if she didn’t want to marry him, neither did she wish to be cruel or cause a scene. As immature as she could be, Nia did at least have some tact.
“Though I do find our walk has tired me out more than I thought. I think I might actually be getting ill.” Nia did her best to look weary, which wasn’t that hard, considering the situation she’d been thrust in. “Might we head home soon, Mother? I’d hate to be the cause of any discomfort for Sirdar Narmer or Lord Kissan, especially after the hospitality they’ve shown us today.” Hopefully that was unsubtle enough for the Sheifa matriarch to pick up on, glancing her mother’s way again with a direct hint in her gaze. “I think it best if I go lie down.”
Making a mental note to have a chat with Kissan on the usefulness of the cheetah (they had gotten the feline to hunt the rats, so why was he still seeing them?! He didn't need any reason for the Hei Sheifa to reject his offer of marriage as it is), Narmer nodded to her agreement to rejoin the other's, hoping she couldn't see the growing nerves in his eyes as he gently ushered her back to the path they had came from, hiding his worrying hands behind his back. The woman was polished, covered in jewelry that would be enough to pay back half his debts, and perhaps refurbish most of the old saraaya. What was he thinking? Every passing second, Narmer felt like a fraud.
Unable to think of anything else to say, he could only retain the silence Neithotep wished to keep as he escorted her back to the main saraaya to meet Iaheru and his nephew (who he hoped has entertained the matriarch of the Hei Sheifa well, Gods help him if Kissan has messed up somehow).
With a greeting to Iaheru as they entered the parlor, Narmer flashed a look at Kissan that clearly showed he wanted a word with the young man later, but otherwise maintained his smooth smile as he allowed the young lady to speak. The gardens of the Haikaddad sarayaa were perhaps the only thing his saraaya had left to speak of, and even then it was because maintaining the gardens had been of little cost to the saraaya, unlike the peeling paint and chipped parts of the house that dearly needed attention.
Not noticing the discomfort amongst Neithotep's face (for Narmer was quite wrapped up in the million and one problems he was facing, internally), he looked up at the mention of likely getting ill, concern flooding his features. He may not be savvy with numbers of the ledgers of his saraaya, but Narmer was one far more concern with human connection and people in general, and nodded in agreement, turning to Iaheru.
"I wouldn't wish Lady Neithotep to fall ill, and your visit has been long, Sirdsett Iaheru." he mrumured. "I hope my nephew has been a good companion." Narmer finished, before standing up, urging Kissan to do the same, before waving a hand at the exit. "Let me escort you to the exit, my ladies."
Falling in step with the elder of the Sheifa's as he allowed Kissan to entertain Neithotep this time, Narmer linked his hands behind his back as they walked and spoke, "It seems likely that the pharoah may be calling me away in coming months - however, I shall definitely pay a call should such a situation come to pass, Sirdsett. I wouldn't wish to put you and yours in any uncertain situation. My sister-in-law and nieces would be happy to help, once we come to an agreement on... what we spoke of, before?" he finally asked vaguely, clearly referring to the possibility of marriage. Nothing was confirmed yet, but they had to take the steps heading there afterall.
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Making a mental note to have a chat with Kissan on the usefulness of the cheetah (they had gotten the feline to hunt the rats, so why was he still seeing them?! He didn't need any reason for the Hei Sheifa to reject his offer of marriage as it is), Narmer nodded to her agreement to rejoin the other's, hoping she couldn't see the growing nerves in his eyes as he gently ushered her back to the path they had came from, hiding his worrying hands behind his back. The woman was polished, covered in jewelry that would be enough to pay back half his debts, and perhaps refurbish most of the old saraaya. What was he thinking? Every passing second, Narmer felt like a fraud.
Unable to think of anything else to say, he could only retain the silence Neithotep wished to keep as he escorted her back to the main saraaya to meet Iaheru and his nephew (who he hoped has entertained the matriarch of the Hei Sheifa well, Gods help him if Kissan has messed up somehow).
With a greeting to Iaheru as they entered the parlor, Narmer flashed a look at Kissan that clearly showed he wanted a word with the young man later, but otherwise maintained his smooth smile as he allowed the young lady to speak. The gardens of the Haikaddad sarayaa were perhaps the only thing his saraaya had left to speak of, and even then it was because maintaining the gardens had been of little cost to the saraaya, unlike the peeling paint and chipped parts of the house that dearly needed attention.
Not noticing the discomfort amongst Neithotep's face (for Narmer was quite wrapped up in the million and one problems he was facing, internally), he looked up at the mention of likely getting ill, concern flooding his features. He may not be savvy with numbers of the ledgers of his saraaya, but Narmer was one far more concern with human connection and people in general, and nodded in agreement, turning to Iaheru.
"I wouldn't wish Lady Neithotep to fall ill, and your visit has been long, Sirdsett Iaheru." he mrumured. "I hope my nephew has been a good companion." Narmer finished, before standing up, urging Kissan to do the same, before waving a hand at the exit. "Let me escort you to the exit, my ladies."
Falling in step with the elder of the Sheifa's as he allowed Kissan to entertain Neithotep this time, Narmer linked his hands behind his back as they walked and spoke, "It seems likely that the pharoah may be calling me away in coming months - however, I shall definitely pay a call should such a situation come to pass, Sirdsett. I wouldn't wish to put you and yours in any uncertain situation. My sister-in-law and nieces would be happy to help, once we come to an agreement on... what we spoke of, before?" he finally asked vaguely, clearly referring to the possibility of marriage. Nothing was confirmed yet, but they had to take the steps heading there afterall.
Making a mental note to have a chat with Kissan on the usefulness of the cheetah (they had gotten the feline to hunt the rats, so why was he still seeing them?! He didn't need any reason for the Hei Sheifa to reject his offer of marriage as it is), Narmer nodded to her agreement to rejoin the other's, hoping she couldn't see the growing nerves in his eyes as he gently ushered her back to the path they had came from, hiding his worrying hands behind his back. The woman was polished, covered in jewelry that would be enough to pay back half his debts, and perhaps refurbish most of the old saraaya. What was he thinking? Every passing second, Narmer felt like a fraud.
Unable to think of anything else to say, he could only retain the silence Neithotep wished to keep as he escorted her back to the main saraaya to meet Iaheru and his nephew (who he hoped has entertained the matriarch of the Hei Sheifa well, Gods help him if Kissan has messed up somehow).
With a greeting to Iaheru as they entered the parlor, Narmer flashed a look at Kissan that clearly showed he wanted a word with the young man later, but otherwise maintained his smooth smile as he allowed the young lady to speak. The gardens of the Haikaddad sarayaa were perhaps the only thing his saraaya had left to speak of, and even then it was because maintaining the gardens had been of little cost to the saraaya, unlike the peeling paint and chipped parts of the house that dearly needed attention.
Not noticing the discomfort amongst Neithotep's face (for Narmer was quite wrapped up in the million and one problems he was facing, internally), he looked up at the mention of likely getting ill, concern flooding his features. He may not be savvy with numbers of the ledgers of his saraaya, but Narmer was one far more concern with human connection and people in general, and nodded in agreement, turning to Iaheru.
"I wouldn't wish Lady Neithotep to fall ill, and your visit has been long, Sirdsett Iaheru." he mrumured. "I hope my nephew has been a good companion." Narmer finished, before standing up, urging Kissan to do the same, before waving a hand at the exit. "Let me escort you to the exit, my ladies."
Falling in step with the elder of the Sheifa's as he allowed Kissan to entertain Neithotep this time, Narmer linked his hands behind his back as they walked and spoke, "It seems likely that the pharoah may be calling me away in coming months - however, I shall definitely pay a call should such a situation come to pass, Sirdsett. I wouldn't wish to put you and yours in any uncertain situation. My sister-in-law and nieces would be happy to help, once we come to an agreement on... what we spoke of, before?" he finally asked vaguely, clearly referring to the possibility of marriage. Nothing was confirmed yet, but they had to take the steps heading there afterall.
Kissan had smiled smoothly in response to the older woman's greeting but found himself in silent, stunned confusion as his uncle and intended wandered off to get to know each other and Kissan found himself alone with Iaheru. Still the stunned confusion was quickly replaced with smooth bravado and with a quick motion, Kissan nodded to his uncle and motioned towards the direction of the remodeled areas of the house. "Shall we Sirdsett?" he asked with a smooth smile.
He did his best to guide her smoothly around the house, explaining special pieces here and there that his father had collected. Describing pottery from across the empire and showing her beautiful views from the carefully remodeled rooms. Occasionally Kissan heard the odd scraping of chains but would quickly usher the older woman along with the next trivia fact around the old Saraaya.
Kissan did his best to fill the time with enough conversation so that she didn't have time to think of difficult questions while also attempting to not come off as overbearing. If she had questions, he did his best to answer them with charm.
Soon they found themselves back in the original room and Kissan looked up with a surprised look as his uncle and the young lady came back with what seemed like some haste on her part. He hoped his uncle had not said something wrong and upset her. His uncle's look said there was trouble and Kissan wondered what possibly could have gone wrong.
It seemed they were preparing to leave and Kissan was just turning to summon a servant when three things happened in quick succession. There was a high pitched squeak as a rat tore into the room. There was a great rattling of a trailing chain as a young cheetah fairly flew through the archway after it. And Kissan's face twisted with horror as he realized what was happening and launched himself after the trailing chain in a desperate attempt to cat the wayward cat.
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Kissan had smiled smoothly in response to the older woman's greeting but found himself in silent, stunned confusion as his uncle and intended wandered off to get to know each other and Kissan found himself alone with Iaheru. Still the stunned confusion was quickly replaced with smooth bravado and with a quick motion, Kissan nodded to his uncle and motioned towards the direction of the remodeled areas of the house. "Shall we Sirdsett?" he asked with a smooth smile.
He did his best to guide her smoothly around the house, explaining special pieces here and there that his father had collected. Describing pottery from across the empire and showing her beautiful views from the carefully remodeled rooms. Occasionally Kissan heard the odd scraping of chains but would quickly usher the older woman along with the next trivia fact around the old Saraaya.
Kissan did his best to fill the time with enough conversation so that she didn't have time to think of difficult questions while also attempting to not come off as overbearing. If she had questions, he did his best to answer them with charm.
Soon they found themselves back in the original room and Kissan looked up with a surprised look as his uncle and the young lady came back with what seemed like some haste on her part. He hoped his uncle had not said something wrong and upset her. His uncle's look said there was trouble and Kissan wondered what possibly could have gone wrong.
It seemed they were preparing to leave and Kissan was just turning to summon a servant when three things happened in quick succession. There was a high pitched squeak as a rat tore into the room. There was a great rattling of a trailing chain as a young cheetah fairly flew through the archway after it. And Kissan's face twisted with horror as he realized what was happening and launched himself after the trailing chain in a desperate attempt to cat the wayward cat.
Kissan had smiled smoothly in response to the older woman's greeting but found himself in silent, stunned confusion as his uncle and intended wandered off to get to know each other and Kissan found himself alone with Iaheru. Still the stunned confusion was quickly replaced with smooth bravado and with a quick motion, Kissan nodded to his uncle and motioned towards the direction of the remodeled areas of the house. "Shall we Sirdsett?" he asked with a smooth smile.
He did his best to guide her smoothly around the house, explaining special pieces here and there that his father had collected. Describing pottery from across the empire and showing her beautiful views from the carefully remodeled rooms. Occasionally Kissan heard the odd scraping of chains but would quickly usher the older woman along with the next trivia fact around the old Saraaya.
Kissan did his best to fill the time with enough conversation so that she didn't have time to think of difficult questions while also attempting to not come off as overbearing. If she had questions, he did his best to answer them with charm.
Soon they found themselves back in the original room and Kissan looked up with a surprised look as his uncle and the young lady came back with what seemed like some haste on her part. He hoped his uncle had not said something wrong and upset her. His uncle's look said there was trouble and Kissan wondered what possibly could have gone wrong.
It seemed they were preparing to leave and Kissan was just turning to summon a servant when three things happened in quick succession. There was a high pitched squeak as a rat tore into the room. There was a great rattling of a trailing chain as a young cheetah fairly flew through the archway after it. And Kissan's face twisted with horror as he realized what was happening and launched himself after the trailing chain in a desperate attempt to cat the wayward cat.
Her mother looked up in surprise as she returned so soon with Narmer; she had been touring the house with Kissan in their absence, but the tour hadn’t seemed to last very long. The tight look on Nia’s face quickly clued Iaheru in to her daughter’s state, and her mouth tightened. Something had gone wrong in those gardens to precipitate this quick departure, and she had a feeling that ‘something’ was what prompted Nia’s sudden illness.
“Of course. Come along, Neithotep,” the Sirdsett said, taking her daughter’s arm while Nia glanced at her with a rare hint of gratitude. Turning toward Narmer with a gracious smile, Iaheru inclined her head. “Thank you for your hospitality today, Sirdar. I expect you shall be hearing from us again soon.”
Nia and Iaheru made their way toward the door with linked arms, Narmer falling into step on her mother’s other side. Curious ears pricked at the conspiratorial tone he took, doing her best to stifle the sudden relief at hearing he was going to war. Surely, Iaheru couldn’t force her into this marriage if he wasn’t even here! Who knew how long he’d be gone; no doubt she could manage to talk her parents out of this in that time. Right?
Iaheru, on the other hand, listened carefully as Narmer spoke. She nodded thoughtfully when he finished. “Thank you for your candor, Lord Narmer,” she replied, her tone as measured and imperious as it ever was. “I shall have to speak to my husband on what we discussed, and then I will call on you again. I see no reason that he would be disagreeable, but of course, I cannot proceed without him.”
Nia’s glance cut sideways to her mother, though she said nothing. Father, surely, would not hesitate to ship her off to the first serious suitor to come her way; he had said himself on enough occasions how hopeless her chances were if she continued the way she was going. Of course, he did not know of the other… circumstances… which would surely interfere with this union, but regardless, he would be eager to see her married off. Nefertaari ought to be the one he worried about first, but she knew he wasn’t about to relinquish his golden child any time soon. So here she was, suffering this indignity instead. She really must get in her mother’s ear before her parents’ conversation could happen…
Before she could turn to bid farewell to Narmer or Kissan, there was a sudden commotion in the room. Turning sharply at the sounds, her eyes widened in alarm as a rat came zipping through the foyer, followed by a cheetah on a trailing chain. Jumping back as they streaked past her, she watched in barely-concealed horror while Kissan went running after the animals. Turning to Iaheru, the horror was mirrored on her mother’s face, even if she quickly composed herself. The glance that passed between mother and daughter was clear—it was past time to leave.
“It seems you have your work cut out for you here, Sirdar,” Iaheru interjected smoothly as Nia straightened up and tried not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. “We shan’t take up any more of your time. A good day to you, my lord. And to your nephew, as well…” The Sirdsett trailed off as she glanced down the corridor where Kissan chased the spotted cat, blinking a few times and shaking her head. This time, her smile did not reach her eyes as she turned it on Narmer. “Until next time, then.”
And with that, the ladies of Hei Sheifa were all but running out the door, both with their own thoughts on the rather bizarre visit. If nothing else, there would certainly be plenty to discuss at the dinner table that night…
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Her mother looked up in surprise as she returned so soon with Narmer; she had been touring the house with Kissan in their absence, but the tour hadn’t seemed to last very long. The tight look on Nia’s face quickly clued Iaheru in to her daughter’s state, and her mouth tightened. Something had gone wrong in those gardens to precipitate this quick departure, and she had a feeling that ‘something’ was what prompted Nia’s sudden illness.
“Of course. Come along, Neithotep,” the Sirdsett said, taking her daughter’s arm while Nia glanced at her with a rare hint of gratitude. Turning toward Narmer with a gracious smile, Iaheru inclined her head. “Thank you for your hospitality today, Sirdar. I expect you shall be hearing from us again soon.”
Nia and Iaheru made their way toward the door with linked arms, Narmer falling into step on her mother’s other side. Curious ears pricked at the conspiratorial tone he took, doing her best to stifle the sudden relief at hearing he was going to war. Surely, Iaheru couldn’t force her into this marriage if he wasn’t even here! Who knew how long he’d be gone; no doubt she could manage to talk her parents out of this in that time. Right?
Iaheru, on the other hand, listened carefully as Narmer spoke. She nodded thoughtfully when he finished. “Thank you for your candor, Lord Narmer,” she replied, her tone as measured and imperious as it ever was. “I shall have to speak to my husband on what we discussed, and then I will call on you again. I see no reason that he would be disagreeable, but of course, I cannot proceed without him.”
Nia’s glance cut sideways to her mother, though she said nothing. Father, surely, would not hesitate to ship her off to the first serious suitor to come her way; he had said himself on enough occasions how hopeless her chances were if she continued the way she was going. Of course, he did not know of the other… circumstances… which would surely interfere with this union, but regardless, he would be eager to see her married off. Nefertaari ought to be the one he worried about first, but she knew he wasn’t about to relinquish his golden child any time soon. So here she was, suffering this indignity instead. She really must get in her mother’s ear before her parents’ conversation could happen…
Before she could turn to bid farewell to Narmer or Kissan, there was a sudden commotion in the room. Turning sharply at the sounds, her eyes widened in alarm as a rat came zipping through the foyer, followed by a cheetah on a trailing chain. Jumping back as they streaked past her, she watched in barely-concealed horror while Kissan went running after the animals. Turning to Iaheru, the horror was mirrored on her mother’s face, even if she quickly composed herself. The glance that passed between mother and daughter was clear—it was past time to leave.
“It seems you have your work cut out for you here, Sirdar,” Iaheru interjected smoothly as Nia straightened up and tried not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. “We shan’t take up any more of your time. A good day to you, my lord. And to your nephew, as well…” The Sirdsett trailed off as she glanced down the corridor where Kissan chased the spotted cat, blinking a few times and shaking her head. This time, her smile did not reach her eyes as she turned it on Narmer. “Until next time, then.”
And with that, the ladies of Hei Sheifa were all but running out the door, both with their own thoughts on the rather bizarre visit. If nothing else, there would certainly be plenty to discuss at the dinner table that night…
Her mother looked up in surprise as she returned so soon with Narmer; she had been touring the house with Kissan in their absence, but the tour hadn’t seemed to last very long. The tight look on Nia’s face quickly clued Iaheru in to her daughter’s state, and her mouth tightened. Something had gone wrong in those gardens to precipitate this quick departure, and she had a feeling that ‘something’ was what prompted Nia’s sudden illness.
“Of course. Come along, Neithotep,” the Sirdsett said, taking her daughter’s arm while Nia glanced at her with a rare hint of gratitude. Turning toward Narmer with a gracious smile, Iaheru inclined her head. “Thank you for your hospitality today, Sirdar. I expect you shall be hearing from us again soon.”
Nia and Iaheru made their way toward the door with linked arms, Narmer falling into step on her mother’s other side. Curious ears pricked at the conspiratorial tone he took, doing her best to stifle the sudden relief at hearing he was going to war. Surely, Iaheru couldn’t force her into this marriage if he wasn’t even here! Who knew how long he’d be gone; no doubt she could manage to talk her parents out of this in that time. Right?
Iaheru, on the other hand, listened carefully as Narmer spoke. She nodded thoughtfully when he finished. “Thank you for your candor, Lord Narmer,” she replied, her tone as measured and imperious as it ever was. “I shall have to speak to my husband on what we discussed, and then I will call on you again. I see no reason that he would be disagreeable, but of course, I cannot proceed without him.”
Nia’s glance cut sideways to her mother, though she said nothing. Father, surely, would not hesitate to ship her off to the first serious suitor to come her way; he had said himself on enough occasions how hopeless her chances were if she continued the way she was going. Of course, he did not know of the other… circumstances… which would surely interfere with this union, but regardless, he would be eager to see her married off. Nefertaari ought to be the one he worried about first, but she knew he wasn’t about to relinquish his golden child any time soon. So here she was, suffering this indignity instead. She really must get in her mother’s ear before her parents’ conversation could happen…
Before she could turn to bid farewell to Narmer or Kissan, there was a sudden commotion in the room. Turning sharply at the sounds, her eyes widened in alarm as a rat came zipping through the foyer, followed by a cheetah on a trailing chain. Jumping back as they streaked past her, she watched in barely-concealed horror while Kissan went running after the animals. Turning to Iaheru, the horror was mirrored on her mother’s face, even if she quickly composed herself. The glance that passed between mother and daughter was clear—it was past time to leave.
“It seems you have your work cut out for you here, Sirdar,” Iaheru interjected smoothly as Nia straightened up and tried not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. “We shan’t take up any more of your time. A good day to you, my lord. And to your nephew, as well…” The Sirdsett trailed off as she glanced down the corridor where Kissan chased the spotted cat, blinking a few times and shaking her head. This time, her smile did not reach her eyes as she turned it on Narmer. “Until next time, then.”
And with that, the ladies of Hei Sheifa were all but running out the door, both with their own thoughts on the rather bizarre visit. If nothing else, there would certainly be plenty to discuss at the dinner table that night…