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You would think with the smile on his face, Sutekh hadn’t just been told in no uncertain terms that he should go to the Northern Wastan by his father.
Granted, It had been so long since the twenty-two-year-old had had the chance to explore the Northern Wastan of Cairo that even being told to go here was a bit exciting. In fact, it had been quite a while since he had done much of anything in the capital city. After all, it was hard to meander through the crowded streets when he was busy on the training grounds of his family’s harakat. For the past six years, Sutekh had been living the life of a soldier and his efforts had more than paid off.
That much could be seen in his attire as he wandered about the grand square that was only open to those of the upper classes. As others elected to wear fine linens made abroad or adorn their bodies in piles of glittering gold; Sutekh chose to dress a bit more simply in comparison to those who were present on this mild day.
At first glance, the decision for Sutekh to leave his home dressed in little more than a white linen skirt, knotted around the waist would have been seen as strange. In fact, it nearly bordered on uncharacteristic for the heir. Although, nobody was necessarily complaining -- due in part to Egypt’s relaxed attitude about what counted as ‘immodest’ dress. Though it also didn’t hurt that Sutekh’s time away from home had made him into quite a sight for sore eyes, especially his upper half as that had benefited the most from him honing his archery skills. No, this wasn’t the issue, but it was instead the image that most people had of Sutekh when he had first left to take up arms that had some of the elder courtiers turning their heads at the lad.
Sutekh had been known to be more conservation than most. The sixteen-year-old boy who had left them would have never had left his Saaraya in anything less than a tunic. Not when his own siblings seemed to be bent on driving the family’s image of self-respect into the ground with their hedonistic ways. Sutekh had to be more put together to offset this reputation that Hena and Nia had carved out for themselves. The sight of the Sheifa heir almost flaunting his body was a strange one indeed, but there was good reason for it at least.
This could be seen in the accessories that the twenty-two-year-old wore. On top of his wig sat a white headdress, trimmed in gold with a small jeweled cobra place in its center. His left bicep was adorned in golden armbands that signified the importance of his outfit. Sutekh was dressed in his soldier’s uniform which was a little odd given that he was currently on leave.
Well, more specifically, he was wearing his Captain’s uniform. It was a rank that the boy had earned only a few short months ago. Despite the amount of time that had passed since he had officially received this promotion, Sutekh was still just as giddy about the whole thing. This, of course, was understandable given that this was the first chance the boy had at showing off his accomplishment to his family and his peers. He wore his uniform with pride as he wanted the world to celebrate this achievement with the whole of Cairo. This alone showed how much value the Sheifa heir put into this career path of his -- especially as the rank of Captain was nearly as prestigious as General or its Deputy. Anyone who held that rank would probably laugh at the sight of this highborn lad making a show of his uniform -- but right now Sutekh didn’t care. He was happy and he doubted that anything would take it away from him.
Not even the sobering knowledge that his time as a soldier was quickly running out. Sutekh had made a promise at sixteen that once he reached his twenty-third birthday, the boy would return home to focus solely on his duties as his family heir. As he was now a few months shy of that dreaded date, it was likely that this would be the last promotion that Sutekh would be able to celebrate.
He tried not to think of that though as he moved his way through the crowd, searching for some of the fun he had missed with the army. A small smirk crossed his face when his gaze settled on the figure of another noblewoman on her own. The girl that his father had slyly informed him was on their own in the Wastan when he had returned from the market. Sutekh knew who she was right away -- or well at least who she might be-- given the girl’s half-bedoan heritage. There were only two young women in the upper circle who had those features… and it just so happened that they were each other’s mirror images.
“ Lady Safiya!” Sutekh called out in greeting as he approached the young woman. He paused for a moment to quickly to correct himself out of fear that maybe he did not have the right twin, “ Or Lady Sameera perhaps?” His question brought forth one raised eyebrow, silently asking her to inform him of which Haikkidad twin she was. Sutekh had known the girls for years and he still couldn’t tell the difference -- not even after his parents had been encouraging Sutekh to get to know the girls in case if Onuphrious’s wishes to wed Sutekh to the young Queen went unfulfilled. However, the boy could hardly be at fault for not knowing the difference! The girls were so identical that only their personalities set them apart. Sutekh wouldn’t know who the girl was until the conversation really got underway.
“ I do hope I was not interrupting you,” He said apologetically as the heir glanced over to what had occupied her attention before Sutekh appeared. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he realized that the girl had been sitting out here with a Senet board. This was a rather odd sight as the game normally required two people to play. Was the younger girl waiting on someone? That wouldn’t necessarily bode well for Sutekh as even though his father had posed the sight of one of the Haikkidad girls on her own as a mere observation, both Sheifa men knew that Onuphrious wanted his son to go be friendly with the twin for reasons that stemmed into politics and other subjects that were far too serious for Sutekh to consider now. In truth, he didn’t care much for his father’s intentions, at least not when he personally found the company of both twins to be more enjoyable as friends than anything else. The other things his father had in mind wasn’t something that he wanted to think about.
Not while he was still in the army at least.
Either way that was not here or now… just like the person that Safiya had apparently set up the game board. Luckily, Sutkeh had the perfect solution for their absence, something that he was sure to note with the slightest of smirks at he pointed to the gameboard, “ Are you in need of an opponent?”
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You would think with the smile on his face, Sutekh hadn’t just been told in no uncertain terms that he should go to the Northern Wastan by his father.
Granted, It had been so long since the twenty-two-year-old had had the chance to explore the Northern Wastan of Cairo that even being told to go here was a bit exciting. In fact, it had been quite a while since he had done much of anything in the capital city. After all, it was hard to meander through the crowded streets when he was busy on the training grounds of his family’s harakat. For the past six years, Sutekh had been living the life of a soldier and his efforts had more than paid off.
That much could be seen in his attire as he wandered about the grand square that was only open to those of the upper classes. As others elected to wear fine linens made abroad or adorn their bodies in piles of glittering gold; Sutekh chose to dress a bit more simply in comparison to those who were present on this mild day.
At first glance, the decision for Sutekh to leave his home dressed in little more than a white linen skirt, knotted around the waist would have been seen as strange. In fact, it nearly bordered on uncharacteristic for the heir. Although, nobody was necessarily complaining -- due in part to Egypt’s relaxed attitude about what counted as ‘immodest’ dress. Though it also didn’t hurt that Sutekh’s time away from home had made him into quite a sight for sore eyes, especially his upper half as that had benefited the most from him honing his archery skills. No, this wasn’t the issue, but it was instead the image that most people had of Sutekh when he had first left to take up arms that had some of the elder courtiers turning their heads at the lad.
Sutekh had been known to be more conservation than most. The sixteen-year-old boy who had left them would have never had left his Saaraya in anything less than a tunic. Not when his own siblings seemed to be bent on driving the family’s image of self-respect into the ground with their hedonistic ways. Sutekh had to be more put together to offset this reputation that Hena and Nia had carved out for themselves. The sight of the Sheifa heir almost flaunting his body was a strange one indeed, but there was good reason for it at least.
This could be seen in the accessories that the twenty-two-year-old wore. On top of his wig sat a white headdress, trimmed in gold with a small jeweled cobra place in its center. His left bicep was adorned in golden armbands that signified the importance of his outfit. Sutekh was dressed in his soldier’s uniform which was a little odd given that he was currently on leave.
Well, more specifically, he was wearing his Captain’s uniform. It was a rank that the boy had earned only a few short months ago. Despite the amount of time that had passed since he had officially received this promotion, Sutekh was still just as giddy about the whole thing. This, of course, was understandable given that this was the first chance the boy had at showing off his accomplishment to his family and his peers. He wore his uniform with pride as he wanted the world to celebrate this achievement with the whole of Cairo. This alone showed how much value the Sheifa heir put into this career path of his -- especially as the rank of Captain was nearly as prestigious as General or its Deputy. Anyone who held that rank would probably laugh at the sight of this highborn lad making a show of his uniform -- but right now Sutekh didn’t care. He was happy and he doubted that anything would take it away from him.
Not even the sobering knowledge that his time as a soldier was quickly running out. Sutekh had made a promise at sixteen that once he reached his twenty-third birthday, the boy would return home to focus solely on his duties as his family heir. As he was now a few months shy of that dreaded date, it was likely that this would be the last promotion that Sutekh would be able to celebrate.
He tried not to think of that though as he moved his way through the crowd, searching for some of the fun he had missed with the army. A small smirk crossed his face when his gaze settled on the figure of another noblewoman on her own. The girl that his father had slyly informed him was on their own in the Wastan when he had returned from the market. Sutekh knew who she was right away -- or well at least who she might be-- given the girl’s half-bedoan heritage. There were only two young women in the upper circle who had those features… and it just so happened that they were each other’s mirror images.
“ Lady Safiya!” Sutekh called out in greeting as he approached the young woman. He paused for a moment to quickly to correct himself out of fear that maybe he did not have the right twin, “ Or Lady Sameera perhaps?” His question brought forth one raised eyebrow, silently asking her to inform him of which Haikkidad twin she was. Sutekh had known the girls for years and he still couldn’t tell the difference -- not even after his parents had been encouraging Sutekh to get to know the girls in case if Onuphrious’s wishes to wed Sutekh to the young Queen went unfulfilled. However, the boy could hardly be at fault for not knowing the difference! The girls were so identical that only their personalities set them apart. Sutekh wouldn’t know who the girl was until the conversation really got underway.
“ I do hope I was not interrupting you,” He said apologetically as the heir glanced over to what had occupied her attention before Sutekh appeared. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he realized that the girl had been sitting out here with a Senet board. This was a rather odd sight as the game normally required two people to play. Was the younger girl waiting on someone? That wouldn’t necessarily bode well for Sutekh as even though his father had posed the sight of one of the Haikkidad girls on her own as a mere observation, both Sheifa men knew that Onuphrious wanted his son to go be friendly with the twin for reasons that stemmed into politics and other subjects that were far too serious for Sutekh to consider now. In truth, he didn’t care much for his father’s intentions, at least not when he personally found the company of both twins to be more enjoyable as friends than anything else. The other things his father had in mind wasn’t something that he wanted to think about.
Not while he was still in the army at least.
Either way that was not here or now… just like the person that Safiya had apparently set up the game board. Luckily, Sutkeh had the perfect solution for their absence, something that he was sure to note with the slightest of smirks at he pointed to the gameboard, “ Are you in need of an opponent?”
You would think with the smile on his face, Sutekh hadn’t just been told in no uncertain terms that he should go to the Northern Wastan by his father.
Granted, It had been so long since the twenty-two-year-old had had the chance to explore the Northern Wastan of Cairo that even being told to go here was a bit exciting. In fact, it had been quite a while since he had done much of anything in the capital city. After all, it was hard to meander through the crowded streets when he was busy on the training grounds of his family’s harakat. For the past six years, Sutekh had been living the life of a soldier and his efforts had more than paid off.
That much could be seen in his attire as he wandered about the grand square that was only open to those of the upper classes. As others elected to wear fine linens made abroad or adorn their bodies in piles of glittering gold; Sutekh chose to dress a bit more simply in comparison to those who were present on this mild day.
At first glance, the decision for Sutekh to leave his home dressed in little more than a white linen skirt, knotted around the waist would have been seen as strange. In fact, it nearly bordered on uncharacteristic for the heir. Although, nobody was necessarily complaining -- due in part to Egypt’s relaxed attitude about what counted as ‘immodest’ dress. Though it also didn’t hurt that Sutekh’s time away from home had made him into quite a sight for sore eyes, especially his upper half as that had benefited the most from him honing his archery skills. No, this wasn’t the issue, but it was instead the image that most people had of Sutekh when he had first left to take up arms that had some of the elder courtiers turning their heads at the lad.
Sutekh had been known to be more conservation than most. The sixteen-year-old boy who had left them would have never had left his Saaraya in anything less than a tunic. Not when his own siblings seemed to be bent on driving the family’s image of self-respect into the ground with their hedonistic ways. Sutekh had to be more put together to offset this reputation that Hena and Nia had carved out for themselves. The sight of the Sheifa heir almost flaunting his body was a strange one indeed, but there was good reason for it at least.
This could be seen in the accessories that the twenty-two-year-old wore. On top of his wig sat a white headdress, trimmed in gold with a small jeweled cobra place in its center. His left bicep was adorned in golden armbands that signified the importance of his outfit. Sutekh was dressed in his soldier’s uniform which was a little odd given that he was currently on leave.
Well, more specifically, he was wearing his Captain’s uniform. It was a rank that the boy had earned only a few short months ago. Despite the amount of time that had passed since he had officially received this promotion, Sutekh was still just as giddy about the whole thing. This, of course, was understandable given that this was the first chance the boy had at showing off his accomplishment to his family and his peers. He wore his uniform with pride as he wanted the world to celebrate this achievement with the whole of Cairo. This alone showed how much value the Sheifa heir put into this career path of his -- especially as the rank of Captain was nearly as prestigious as General or its Deputy. Anyone who held that rank would probably laugh at the sight of this highborn lad making a show of his uniform -- but right now Sutekh didn’t care. He was happy and he doubted that anything would take it away from him.
Not even the sobering knowledge that his time as a soldier was quickly running out. Sutekh had made a promise at sixteen that once he reached his twenty-third birthday, the boy would return home to focus solely on his duties as his family heir. As he was now a few months shy of that dreaded date, it was likely that this would be the last promotion that Sutekh would be able to celebrate.
He tried not to think of that though as he moved his way through the crowd, searching for some of the fun he had missed with the army. A small smirk crossed his face when his gaze settled on the figure of another noblewoman on her own. The girl that his father had slyly informed him was on their own in the Wastan when he had returned from the market. Sutekh knew who she was right away -- or well at least who she might be-- given the girl’s half-bedoan heritage. There were only two young women in the upper circle who had those features… and it just so happened that they were each other’s mirror images.
“ Lady Safiya!” Sutekh called out in greeting as he approached the young woman. He paused for a moment to quickly to correct himself out of fear that maybe he did not have the right twin, “ Or Lady Sameera perhaps?” His question brought forth one raised eyebrow, silently asking her to inform him of which Haikkidad twin she was. Sutekh had known the girls for years and he still couldn’t tell the difference -- not even after his parents had been encouraging Sutekh to get to know the girls in case if Onuphrious’s wishes to wed Sutekh to the young Queen went unfulfilled. However, the boy could hardly be at fault for not knowing the difference! The girls were so identical that only their personalities set them apart. Sutekh wouldn’t know who the girl was until the conversation really got underway.
“ I do hope I was not interrupting you,” He said apologetically as the heir glanced over to what had occupied her attention before Sutekh appeared. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he realized that the girl had been sitting out here with a Senet board. This was a rather odd sight as the game normally required two people to play. Was the younger girl waiting on someone? That wouldn’t necessarily bode well for Sutekh as even though his father had posed the sight of one of the Haikkidad girls on her own as a mere observation, both Sheifa men knew that Onuphrious wanted his son to go be friendly with the twin for reasons that stemmed into politics and other subjects that were far too serious for Sutekh to consider now. In truth, he didn’t care much for his father’s intentions, at least not when he personally found the company of both twins to be more enjoyable as friends than anything else. The other things his father had in mind wasn’t something that he wanted to think about.
Not while he was still in the army at least.
Either way that was not here or now… just like the person that Safiya had apparently set up the game board. Luckily, Sutkeh had the perfect solution for their absence, something that he was sure to note with the slightest of smirks at he pointed to the gameboard, “ Are you in need of an opponent?”
Sameera had promised that she wouldn't be gone long. Which had been... well, a long time ago and was actually now one of the reasons that Safiya was probably looking than a little bit confused and despondent. She missed having her sister around and this had been something that they had been intending to work on together, this learning of senet.
Not that they didn't already know how to play but that had been when they were children and it was different now. Especially as they both needed to start taking on more adult roles "Safiya! Are you disappointed then? Sameera said she would be back but she might have gotten distracted so YES, I am - are you going to play?" she was aware that her exuberance was something that made her seem more childish than she might like all of the time but Safiya had never cared to be concerned about apologising for the facts of how she was, everyone else just seemed to have forgotten how to have fun.
Well, everyone who wasn't Sameera "Do you play? It's a good way to pass the time, Sameera and I are practising" she didn't enlighten him as to why or the fact that it was intended to make them both feel better about managing to hone their skills.
"Are you busy? I'm not. That's why I am not being interrupted, isn't that a good thing?" pointing it out with a bright and cheerful smile, would he be able to follow the conversation now that she was flashing between one thing and the other when Safiya and Sameera were speaking to each other and people usually ended up giving up attempting to follow but they had always shared the same understanding of the flow of consciousness between themselves and the rest of the world. Safiya had just really started to know that she needed to correct that kind of behaviour and start to speak to others.
Safiya was not sure that she liked all these new things she was supposed to be doing but that was apparently one of the more annoying things of being an adult. At least in her opinion.
"It's supposed to be like war and battle, is that true?" she asked and patted the area next to her to help him feel comfortable with joining her right now, and to show she didn't mind that he hadn't realized who she was in the beginning.
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Sameera had promised that she wouldn't be gone long. Which had been... well, a long time ago and was actually now one of the reasons that Safiya was probably looking than a little bit confused and despondent. She missed having her sister around and this had been something that they had been intending to work on together, this learning of senet.
Not that they didn't already know how to play but that had been when they were children and it was different now. Especially as they both needed to start taking on more adult roles "Safiya! Are you disappointed then? Sameera said she would be back but she might have gotten distracted so YES, I am - are you going to play?" she was aware that her exuberance was something that made her seem more childish than she might like all of the time but Safiya had never cared to be concerned about apologising for the facts of how she was, everyone else just seemed to have forgotten how to have fun.
Well, everyone who wasn't Sameera "Do you play? It's a good way to pass the time, Sameera and I are practising" she didn't enlighten him as to why or the fact that it was intended to make them both feel better about managing to hone their skills.
"Are you busy? I'm not. That's why I am not being interrupted, isn't that a good thing?" pointing it out with a bright and cheerful smile, would he be able to follow the conversation now that she was flashing between one thing and the other when Safiya and Sameera were speaking to each other and people usually ended up giving up attempting to follow but they had always shared the same understanding of the flow of consciousness between themselves and the rest of the world. Safiya had just really started to know that she needed to correct that kind of behaviour and start to speak to others.
Safiya was not sure that she liked all these new things she was supposed to be doing but that was apparently one of the more annoying things of being an adult. At least in her opinion.
"It's supposed to be like war and battle, is that true?" she asked and patted the area next to her to help him feel comfortable with joining her right now, and to show she didn't mind that he hadn't realized who she was in the beginning.
Sameera had promised that she wouldn't be gone long. Which had been... well, a long time ago and was actually now one of the reasons that Safiya was probably looking than a little bit confused and despondent. She missed having her sister around and this had been something that they had been intending to work on together, this learning of senet.
Not that they didn't already know how to play but that had been when they were children and it was different now. Especially as they both needed to start taking on more adult roles "Safiya! Are you disappointed then? Sameera said she would be back but she might have gotten distracted so YES, I am - are you going to play?" she was aware that her exuberance was something that made her seem more childish than she might like all of the time but Safiya had never cared to be concerned about apologising for the facts of how she was, everyone else just seemed to have forgotten how to have fun.
Well, everyone who wasn't Sameera "Do you play? It's a good way to pass the time, Sameera and I are practising" she didn't enlighten him as to why or the fact that it was intended to make them both feel better about managing to hone their skills.
"Are you busy? I'm not. That's why I am not being interrupted, isn't that a good thing?" pointing it out with a bright and cheerful smile, would he be able to follow the conversation now that she was flashing between one thing and the other when Safiya and Sameera were speaking to each other and people usually ended up giving up attempting to follow but they had always shared the same understanding of the flow of consciousness between themselves and the rest of the world. Safiya had just really started to know that she needed to correct that kind of behaviour and start to speak to others.
Safiya was not sure that she liked all these new things she was supposed to be doing but that was apparently one of the more annoying things of being an adult. At least in her opinion.
"It's supposed to be like war and battle, is that true?" she asked and patted the area next to her to help him feel comfortable with joining her right now, and to show she didn't mind that he hadn't realized who she was in the beginning.
Even though Safiya was quick to inform the Sheifa heir which of the twins she was, Sutkeh was fairly certain that he could have guessed from how bubbly the Haikaddad girl seemed to be that morning. Sutekh was absolutely hopeless when it came to identifying the twins solely through their looks, but he wasn’t incompetent enough to flounder in other categories. He knew that Sameera was fair quieter and reserved than her identical counterpart, Safiya, who was confident and headstrong where her sister wasn’t. So, when he saw that his companion was just about ready to bounce off the walls with her energy, Sutekh knew that he was in the company of Safiya.
Though, quite frankly, he should have known from the moment that he saw the Senet game board. The game certainly seemed to be more aligned with Safiya’s interests than what he knew of Sameera.
Which wasn’t a bad thing. Sutekh may have been the stick in the mud of his family, but even he could appreciate being able to let loose and having fun for an afternoon. After all, he wasn’t nearly as dull as Hena liked to accuse him of being. So, he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest when Safiya pointed out that Sameera wasn’t at the Wastan with her sister, thus eliminating the possibility of other activities. That was something that Sutekh was sure to reassure her of with his next statement, “Oh no, not at all! I just… don’t know how to tell you two apart.” He sheepishly admitted with a nervous laugh, “I didn’t want to call you by your sister’s name and accidentally cause offense Lady Safiya.” Sutekh was certain that he was not the only person that the Haikiddad girl had met who was worried about this sort of thing. After all, twins were not common in Egypt and identical twins were quite a rarity. It was likely that the girls were the only ones that Sutekh would ever know in his lifetime and it opened up a strange territory that the Sheifa heir was not adept at navigating. He just couldn’t tell the two apart even though the three of them had known each other since they were little given how close the Haiikiddad and Sheifa children were all a similar age.
It would just be so much easier if Sutekh could figure out a way to identify the girls at a glance. Maybe that way they could avoid all this awkwardness.
He chuckled though at her question over whether or not Sutekh was open to playing a game of Senet with the noble girl, “As long as you don’t mind losing, of course.” Sutekh playfully teased as he took the seat opposite of Safiya. He was far from being serious, of course, as it was far more likely that the girl would win given how long it had been since the twenty-three-year-old had last played this game. In an odd sort of way, Sutekh felt bad for not telling her that he was only here because his father had sent him after seeing that the Haikiddad girl was alone and not because he had decided to wander the streets of Cairo of his own volition. It kind of felt like he was lying to the girl, even though she had not asked what he was doing here. However, it wasn’t like that Sutekh didn’t hold any interest in spending time with Safiya. He knew her to be a fun girl to be around and Senet had been one of his favorite games when he was younger. After all, how many afternoons did he spend with Nenet, teaching her the fine points of the game? Granted, that had to be at least eight years ago as Sutekh had been far too busy with his duties of being both heir and soldier.
This was something that Sutekh was at least fair enough to point out, “I used to play Senet all the time, but that was years and years ago. You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little bent out of shape.” A light laugh was pulled out of him as the Sheifa boy leaned over the game board. Absent-mindedly, he started to put the pieces back into their proper places for a new round -- a task that he was so used to doing during the times he had played it with his little sister.
Luckily, he stopped when Safiya offered a distraction in the form of asking Sutekh if the fame was similar to the battlefield. He laughed rather loudly at that notion, though not in a mocking way, “Gods forbid, mo. Not in the slightest.” Senet was a game that was played by children in a half-hour. Training for war was something that took years upon years. The two just couldn’t be compared. Not when one of these activities relied on drawing lots.
However, he could recognize that there were similar elements in regard to strategy. Granted, it was far more simplified than it would be in an actual war, but then again wasn’t everything when it was compared to that gargantuan beast? “I mean I guess they could be if you just looked at the strategy of it, but even then Senet isn’t nearly as complicated as actual war… or even training for that matter.” He clarified with a small shrug as he finished setting up the blue and white pieces that would be needed for the game, “But I guess war would be a lot simpler if there were only five men leading the charge, that’s for certain.” His hearty laugh at this bounced through the square as Sutekh recalled how complicated leadership in the camps could be. Ra almighty, there were at least five different men that he had to report to any given day while he had been actively working as a Captain. If that was how many a ranking officer had to report to, the gods only knew how many leaders there were in the whole of the Egyptian army.
“So Safiya... ” Sutekh started to ask as he motioned to the board, letting her pick her color and take the first turn without contest, “What brings you and your sister to the Wastan on your own? I would have thought that your mother or uncle would have accompanied you two?” While the question bordered on prying, it wasn’t something that he was asking for himself. Sutekh knew that as soon as the game was over and he headed back home, his father would ask him that very question and the heir was not keen to go back empty-handed. However, there was a note of genuine curiosity about his inquiry. After all, it wasn’t every day that the Sheifa heir ran across one of the infamous Haikiddad twins on her own when the family was supposedly really close...
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Even though Safiya was quick to inform the Sheifa heir which of the twins she was, Sutkeh was fairly certain that he could have guessed from how bubbly the Haikaddad girl seemed to be that morning. Sutekh was absolutely hopeless when it came to identifying the twins solely through their looks, but he wasn’t incompetent enough to flounder in other categories. He knew that Sameera was fair quieter and reserved than her identical counterpart, Safiya, who was confident and headstrong where her sister wasn’t. So, when he saw that his companion was just about ready to bounce off the walls with her energy, Sutekh knew that he was in the company of Safiya.
Though, quite frankly, he should have known from the moment that he saw the Senet game board. The game certainly seemed to be more aligned with Safiya’s interests than what he knew of Sameera.
Which wasn’t a bad thing. Sutekh may have been the stick in the mud of his family, but even he could appreciate being able to let loose and having fun for an afternoon. After all, he wasn’t nearly as dull as Hena liked to accuse him of being. So, he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest when Safiya pointed out that Sameera wasn’t at the Wastan with her sister, thus eliminating the possibility of other activities. That was something that Sutekh was sure to reassure her of with his next statement, “Oh no, not at all! I just… don’t know how to tell you two apart.” He sheepishly admitted with a nervous laugh, “I didn’t want to call you by your sister’s name and accidentally cause offense Lady Safiya.” Sutekh was certain that he was not the only person that the Haikiddad girl had met who was worried about this sort of thing. After all, twins were not common in Egypt and identical twins were quite a rarity. It was likely that the girls were the only ones that Sutekh would ever know in his lifetime and it opened up a strange territory that the Sheifa heir was not adept at navigating. He just couldn’t tell the two apart even though the three of them had known each other since they were little given how close the Haiikiddad and Sheifa children were all a similar age.
It would just be so much easier if Sutekh could figure out a way to identify the girls at a glance. Maybe that way they could avoid all this awkwardness.
He chuckled though at her question over whether or not Sutekh was open to playing a game of Senet with the noble girl, “As long as you don’t mind losing, of course.” Sutekh playfully teased as he took the seat opposite of Safiya. He was far from being serious, of course, as it was far more likely that the girl would win given how long it had been since the twenty-three-year-old had last played this game. In an odd sort of way, Sutekh felt bad for not telling her that he was only here because his father had sent him after seeing that the Haikiddad girl was alone and not because he had decided to wander the streets of Cairo of his own volition. It kind of felt like he was lying to the girl, even though she had not asked what he was doing here. However, it wasn’t like that Sutekh didn’t hold any interest in spending time with Safiya. He knew her to be a fun girl to be around and Senet had been one of his favorite games when he was younger. After all, how many afternoons did he spend with Nenet, teaching her the fine points of the game? Granted, that had to be at least eight years ago as Sutekh had been far too busy with his duties of being both heir and soldier.
This was something that Sutekh was at least fair enough to point out, “I used to play Senet all the time, but that was years and years ago. You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little bent out of shape.” A light laugh was pulled out of him as the Sheifa boy leaned over the game board. Absent-mindedly, he started to put the pieces back into their proper places for a new round -- a task that he was so used to doing during the times he had played it with his little sister.
Luckily, he stopped when Safiya offered a distraction in the form of asking Sutekh if the fame was similar to the battlefield. He laughed rather loudly at that notion, though not in a mocking way, “Gods forbid, mo. Not in the slightest.” Senet was a game that was played by children in a half-hour. Training for war was something that took years upon years. The two just couldn’t be compared. Not when one of these activities relied on drawing lots.
However, he could recognize that there were similar elements in regard to strategy. Granted, it was far more simplified than it would be in an actual war, but then again wasn’t everything when it was compared to that gargantuan beast? “I mean I guess they could be if you just looked at the strategy of it, but even then Senet isn’t nearly as complicated as actual war… or even training for that matter.” He clarified with a small shrug as he finished setting up the blue and white pieces that would be needed for the game, “But I guess war would be a lot simpler if there were only five men leading the charge, that’s for certain.” His hearty laugh at this bounced through the square as Sutekh recalled how complicated leadership in the camps could be. Ra almighty, there were at least five different men that he had to report to any given day while he had been actively working as a Captain. If that was how many a ranking officer had to report to, the gods only knew how many leaders there were in the whole of the Egyptian army.
“So Safiya... ” Sutekh started to ask as he motioned to the board, letting her pick her color and take the first turn without contest, “What brings you and your sister to the Wastan on your own? I would have thought that your mother or uncle would have accompanied you two?” While the question bordered on prying, it wasn’t something that he was asking for himself. Sutekh knew that as soon as the game was over and he headed back home, his father would ask him that very question and the heir was not keen to go back empty-handed. However, there was a note of genuine curiosity about his inquiry. After all, it wasn’t every day that the Sheifa heir ran across one of the infamous Haikiddad twins on her own when the family was supposedly really close...
Even though Safiya was quick to inform the Sheifa heir which of the twins she was, Sutkeh was fairly certain that he could have guessed from how bubbly the Haikaddad girl seemed to be that morning. Sutekh was absolutely hopeless when it came to identifying the twins solely through their looks, but he wasn’t incompetent enough to flounder in other categories. He knew that Sameera was fair quieter and reserved than her identical counterpart, Safiya, who was confident and headstrong where her sister wasn’t. So, when he saw that his companion was just about ready to bounce off the walls with her energy, Sutekh knew that he was in the company of Safiya.
Though, quite frankly, he should have known from the moment that he saw the Senet game board. The game certainly seemed to be more aligned with Safiya’s interests than what he knew of Sameera.
Which wasn’t a bad thing. Sutekh may have been the stick in the mud of his family, but even he could appreciate being able to let loose and having fun for an afternoon. After all, he wasn’t nearly as dull as Hena liked to accuse him of being. So, he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest when Safiya pointed out that Sameera wasn’t at the Wastan with her sister, thus eliminating the possibility of other activities. That was something that Sutekh was sure to reassure her of with his next statement, “Oh no, not at all! I just… don’t know how to tell you two apart.” He sheepishly admitted with a nervous laugh, “I didn’t want to call you by your sister’s name and accidentally cause offense Lady Safiya.” Sutekh was certain that he was not the only person that the Haikiddad girl had met who was worried about this sort of thing. After all, twins were not common in Egypt and identical twins were quite a rarity. It was likely that the girls were the only ones that Sutekh would ever know in his lifetime and it opened up a strange territory that the Sheifa heir was not adept at navigating. He just couldn’t tell the two apart even though the three of them had known each other since they were little given how close the Haiikiddad and Sheifa children were all a similar age.
It would just be so much easier if Sutekh could figure out a way to identify the girls at a glance. Maybe that way they could avoid all this awkwardness.
He chuckled though at her question over whether or not Sutekh was open to playing a game of Senet with the noble girl, “As long as you don’t mind losing, of course.” Sutekh playfully teased as he took the seat opposite of Safiya. He was far from being serious, of course, as it was far more likely that the girl would win given how long it had been since the twenty-three-year-old had last played this game. In an odd sort of way, Sutekh felt bad for not telling her that he was only here because his father had sent him after seeing that the Haikiddad girl was alone and not because he had decided to wander the streets of Cairo of his own volition. It kind of felt like he was lying to the girl, even though she had not asked what he was doing here. However, it wasn’t like that Sutekh didn’t hold any interest in spending time with Safiya. He knew her to be a fun girl to be around and Senet had been one of his favorite games when he was younger. After all, how many afternoons did he spend with Nenet, teaching her the fine points of the game? Granted, that had to be at least eight years ago as Sutekh had been far too busy with his duties of being both heir and soldier.
This was something that Sutekh was at least fair enough to point out, “I used to play Senet all the time, but that was years and years ago. You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little bent out of shape.” A light laugh was pulled out of him as the Sheifa boy leaned over the game board. Absent-mindedly, he started to put the pieces back into their proper places for a new round -- a task that he was so used to doing during the times he had played it with his little sister.
Luckily, he stopped when Safiya offered a distraction in the form of asking Sutekh if the fame was similar to the battlefield. He laughed rather loudly at that notion, though not in a mocking way, “Gods forbid, mo. Not in the slightest.” Senet was a game that was played by children in a half-hour. Training for war was something that took years upon years. The two just couldn’t be compared. Not when one of these activities relied on drawing lots.
However, he could recognize that there were similar elements in regard to strategy. Granted, it was far more simplified than it would be in an actual war, but then again wasn’t everything when it was compared to that gargantuan beast? “I mean I guess they could be if you just looked at the strategy of it, but even then Senet isn’t nearly as complicated as actual war… or even training for that matter.” He clarified with a small shrug as he finished setting up the blue and white pieces that would be needed for the game, “But I guess war would be a lot simpler if there were only five men leading the charge, that’s for certain.” His hearty laugh at this bounced through the square as Sutekh recalled how complicated leadership in the camps could be. Ra almighty, there were at least five different men that he had to report to any given day while he had been actively working as a Captain. If that was how many a ranking officer had to report to, the gods only knew how many leaders there were in the whole of the Egyptian army.
“So Safiya... ” Sutekh started to ask as he motioned to the board, letting her pick her color and take the first turn without contest, “What brings you and your sister to the Wastan on your own? I would have thought that your mother or uncle would have accompanied you two?” While the question bordered on prying, it wasn’t something that he was asking for himself. Sutekh knew that as soon as the game was over and he headed back home, his father would ask him that very question and the heir was not keen to go back empty-handed. However, there was a note of genuine curiosity about his inquiry. After all, it wasn’t every day that the Sheifa heir ran across one of the infamous Haikiddad twins on her own when the family was supposedly really close...
It was one of the more honest answers she had heard in some time, that and it was also amusing to see the absence of a true fluster and also the addition of a stumble or stutter involved at the same time to try and get themselves back in command of the situation. Safiya wouldn't deny that she had been amused in the past and she would likely end up being the same before much more time passed, though apparently not with her present company at least.
Safiya snorted at his challenging question about being able to handle defeat "The real question, is can you? I am perfectly happy to win, lose or to draw though Sameera usually ends up letting me win as she gets distracted by some new angle for a story" which might not be so much letting her win as just allowing Safiya to handle her own amusement while her sister was lost in some internal plot line or angle, though not for long as it took very little for her to end up wanting to join in. That was just something that the two of them had always enjoyed doing, so why not carry on now they were having to learn about how to be useful adults.
Though useful could be stretching it a little bit.
"What...? I mean I've never been involved with fighting unless my siblings count?" and that didn't seem anything like senet "Is that your way of asking me to go easy on you?" she was smiling while she replied, the mischief in her eyes making them glint merrily with all kinds of suggestions that might appear in them. Though Safiya was far too much of a flirt to be any kind of serious about this matter or anything like that "Well, that just shows you what thought did, hmm?" she pointed out, making her first move on the board.
She might share with him but just coming out and saying something bluntly, no? She liked the idea of playing things along with a bit longer.
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It was one of the more honest answers she had heard in some time, that and it was also amusing to see the absence of a true fluster and also the addition of a stumble or stutter involved at the same time to try and get themselves back in command of the situation. Safiya wouldn't deny that she had been amused in the past and she would likely end up being the same before much more time passed, though apparently not with her present company at least.
Safiya snorted at his challenging question about being able to handle defeat "The real question, is can you? I am perfectly happy to win, lose or to draw though Sameera usually ends up letting me win as she gets distracted by some new angle for a story" which might not be so much letting her win as just allowing Safiya to handle her own amusement while her sister was lost in some internal plot line or angle, though not for long as it took very little for her to end up wanting to join in. That was just something that the two of them had always enjoyed doing, so why not carry on now they were having to learn about how to be useful adults.
Though useful could be stretching it a little bit.
"What...? I mean I've never been involved with fighting unless my siblings count?" and that didn't seem anything like senet "Is that your way of asking me to go easy on you?" she was smiling while she replied, the mischief in her eyes making them glint merrily with all kinds of suggestions that might appear in them. Though Safiya was far too much of a flirt to be any kind of serious about this matter or anything like that "Well, that just shows you what thought did, hmm?" she pointed out, making her first move on the board.
She might share with him but just coming out and saying something bluntly, no? She liked the idea of playing things along with a bit longer.
It was one of the more honest answers she had heard in some time, that and it was also amusing to see the absence of a true fluster and also the addition of a stumble or stutter involved at the same time to try and get themselves back in command of the situation. Safiya wouldn't deny that she had been amused in the past and she would likely end up being the same before much more time passed, though apparently not with her present company at least.
Safiya snorted at his challenging question about being able to handle defeat "The real question, is can you? I am perfectly happy to win, lose or to draw though Sameera usually ends up letting me win as she gets distracted by some new angle for a story" which might not be so much letting her win as just allowing Safiya to handle her own amusement while her sister was lost in some internal plot line or angle, though not for long as it took very little for her to end up wanting to join in. That was just something that the two of them had always enjoyed doing, so why not carry on now they were having to learn about how to be useful adults.
Though useful could be stretching it a little bit.
"What...? I mean I've never been involved with fighting unless my siblings count?" and that didn't seem anything like senet "Is that your way of asking me to go easy on you?" she was smiling while she replied, the mischief in her eyes making them glint merrily with all kinds of suggestions that might appear in them. Though Safiya was far too much of a flirt to be any kind of serious about this matter or anything like that "Well, that just shows you what thought did, hmm?" she pointed out, making her first move on the board.
She might share with him but just coming out and saying something bluntly, no? She liked the idea of playing things along with a bit longer.
Sutekh chuckled when Safiya inadvertently admitted that her victories with this game mostly stemmed from her own sister losing interest once her creative inspirations came to the forefront of her mind. That was hardly intimidating and Sutekh suddenly felt a lot better about not having played this game in years.
“No, it is not. What kind of man would I be if I had you go easy on me!” Sutekh countered with a light chuckle as Safiya suggested that she might have to go easy on him because of how long it had been since he had played. His statement had been more an explanation if he failed to remember some of the rules of this complicated game, but if Lady Safiya wanted to tease like this…. Well, Sutekh had no issue with turning the tables on her as well. He patiently watched as the noblewoman took her turn at the board as he sported the slightest smirk on his face. Once she had finished, he was quick to flash her a cheeky grin as he playfully ribbed her, “Though I’m wondering if I should go easy on you on account your sister lets you with by default. Rest assured Safiya, there will be no such outcome with me.” He was teasing, of course, as most of the conversation had been thus far. Sutekh had every intention of playing the game fairly and he had no reason to doubt that she wouldn’t do the same.
However, it seemed to be that the Haikiddad girl was also eager to set another game afoot as she avoided answering the Captain’s question with a playful grin. “I think I’m starting to sense a pattern with you Safiya.” Sutekh said with a small laugh as he inquired about where her elder relatives were. It was a fair question to ask as most noble girls were watched whenever they escaped their Saraayas… unless, of course, those noble girls were like his older sister Nia who jut generally did not care about the rules or the negative reputation she was garnering through breaking them. As strong-willed as the Hakiddad girl before him could be, he had his doubts that she was even remotely as rebellious as Nia was. He couldn’t see her as the sort of girl who would openly spit in the face of the rules. This simple assumption about Safiyaa was enough to spur Sutekh to respond to the girl’s statement with a rather sly response of his own, “It sounds like your hiding something Lady Safiya... I supposed that I will have to keep showing you what I think to get the answer I seek, hmm?” Although his words may appear to be accusatory on the surface, his tone was light and airy, betraying the fact that he was fully aware that this was turning into another guessing game. He didn’t mind that, of course, as it kept the conversation lively… just as long as he didn’t seem like a fool in the end as no man ever enjoyed that.
“Let’s see…” He murmured quietly as he took his turn, moving his piece across the board. His roll was not a good one and he ended up just a mere pace behind Safiya, however, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. There was plenty of time for him to take the two steps that would put him ahead of her in this game. It didn’t feel all that, unlike the so-called mystery that he was trying to unravel. “You didn’t deny their presence outright, so I would think that means that someone is here with you… but who would that be? And where would they be while you are on your own by the fountain here?’” This opening gambit was more musings than thoughts actually being pieced together as the strings of a theory. He had a good idea, of course, the most logical explanation was that the girl had some sort of guard nearby or Kissan was running about somewhere, but it wasn’t something that Sutekh would say out loud or it would ruin the game.
Instead, he chose to hint at it by asking other questions as he waited for the girl to take her own turn in this strategic game, “Tell me Safiya, where is your brother today? I know he is eager for adventure, I’m sure he’d love to hear stories about life in a military camp…” That mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed the notion that he was solely interested in speaking with Kissan because of the boy’s interest in fighting, but instead he was prying for information. However, how likely was Safiya to give up such information?
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Sutekh chuckled when Safiya inadvertently admitted that her victories with this game mostly stemmed from her own sister losing interest once her creative inspirations came to the forefront of her mind. That was hardly intimidating and Sutekh suddenly felt a lot better about not having played this game in years.
“No, it is not. What kind of man would I be if I had you go easy on me!” Sutekh countered with a light chuckle as Safiya suggested that she might have to go easy on him because of how long it had been since he had played. His statement had been more an explanation if he failed to remember some of the rules of this complicated game, but if Lady Safiya wanted to tease like this…. Well, Sutekh had no issue with turning the tables on her as well. He patiently watched as the noblewoman took her turn at the board as he sported the slightest smirk on his face. Once she had finished, he was quick to flash her a cheeky grin as he playfully ribbed her, “Though I’m wondering if I should go easy on you on account your sister lets you with by default. Rest assured Safiya, there will be no such outcome with me.” He was teasing, of course, as most of the conversation had been thus far. Sutekh had every intention of playing the game fairly and he had no reason to doubt that she wouldn’t do the same.
However, it seemed to be that the Haikiddad girl was also eager to set another game afoot as she avoided answering the Captain’s question with a playful grin. “I think I’m starting to sense a pattern with you Safiya.” Sutekh said with a small laugh as he inquired about where her elder relatives were. It was a fair question to ask as most noble girls were watched whenever they escaped their Saraayas… unless, of course, those noble girls were like his older sister Nia who jut generally did not care about the rules or the negative reputation she was garnering through breaking them. As strong-willed as the Hakiddad girl before him could be, he had his doubts that she was even remotely as rebellious as Nia was. He couldn’t see her as the sort of girl who would openly spit in the face of the rules. This simple assumption about Safiyaa was enough to spur Sutekh to respond to the girl’s statement with a rather sly response of his own, “It sounds like your hiding something Lady Safiya... I supposed that I will have to keep showing you what I think to get the answer I seek, hmm?” Although his words may appear to be accusatory on the surface, his tone was light and airy, betraying the fact that he was fully aware that this was turning into another guessing game. He didn’t mind that, of course, as it kept the conversation lively… just as long as he didn’t seem like a fool in the end as no man ever enjoyed that.
“Let’s see…” He murmured quietly as he took his turn, moving his piece across the board. His roll was not a good one and he ended up just a mere pace behind Safiya, however, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. There was plenty of time for him to take the two steps that would put him ahead of her in this game. It didn’t feel all that, unlike the so-called mystery that he was trying to unravel. “You didn’t deny their presence outright, so I would think that means that someone is here with you… but who would that be? And where would they be while you are on your own by the fountain here?’” This opening gambit was more musings than thoughts actually being pieced together as the strings of a theory. He had a good idea, of course, the most logical explanation was that the girl had some sort of guard nearby or Kissan was running about somewhere, but it wasn’t something that Sutekh would say out loud or it would ruin the game.
Instead, he chose to hint at it by asking other questions as he waited for the girl to take her own turn in this strategic game, “Tell me Safiya, where is your brother today? I know he is eager for adventure, I’m sure he’d love to hear stories about life in a military camp…” That mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed the notion that he was solely interested in speaking with Kissan because of the boy’s interest in fighting, but instead he was prying for information. However, how likely was Safiya to give up such information?
Sutekh chuckled when Safiya inadvertently admitted that her victories with this game mostly stemmed from her own sister losing interest once her creative inspirations came to the forefront of her mind. That was hardly intimidating and Sutekh suddenly felt a lot better about not having played this game in years.
“No, it is not. What kind of man would I be if I had you go easy on me!” Sutekh countered with a light chuckle as Safiya suggested that she might have to go easy on him because of how long it had been since he had played. His statement had been more an explanation if he failed to remember some of the rules of this complicated game, but if Lady Safiya wanted to tease like this…. Well, Sutekh had no issue with turning the tables on her as well. He patiently watched as the noblewoman took her turn at the board as he sported the slightest smirk on his face. Once she had finished, he was quick to flash her a cheeky grin as he playfully ribbed her, “Though I’m wondering if I should go easy on you on account your sister lets you with by default. Rest assured Safiya, there will be no such outcome with me.” He was teasing, of course, as most of the conversation had been thus far. Sutekh had every intention of playing the game fairly and he had no reason to doubt that she wouldn’t do the same.
However, it seemed to be that the Haikiddad girl was also eager to set another game afoot as she avoided answering the Captain’s question with a playful grin. “I think I’m starting to sense a pattern with you Safiya.” Sutekh said with a small laugh as he inquired about where her elder relatives were. It was a fair question to ask as most noble girls were watched whenever they escaped their Saraayas… unless, of course, those noble girls were like his older sister Nia who jut generally did not care about the rules or the negative reputation she was garnering through breaking them. As strong-willed as the Hakiddad girl before him could be, he had his doubts that she was even remotely as rebellious as Nia was. He couldn’t see her as the sort of girl who would openly spit in the face of the rules. This simple assumption about Safiyaa was enough to spur Sutekh to respond to the girl’s statement with a rather sly response of his own, “It sounds like your hiding something Lady Safiya... I supposed that I will have to keep showing you what I think to get the answer I seek, hmm?” Although his words may appear to be accusatory on the surface, his tone was light and airy, betraying the fact that he was fully aware that this was turning into another guessing game. He didn’t mind that, of course, as it kept the conversation lively… just as long as he didn’t seem like a fool in the end as no man ever enjoyed that.
“Let’s see…” He murmured quietly as he took his turn, moving his piece across the board. His roll was not a good one and he ended up just a mere pace behind Safiya, however, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. There was plenty of time for him to take the two steps that would put him ahead of her in this game. It didn’t feel all that, unlike the so-called mystery that he was trying to unravel. “You didn’t deny their presence outright, so I would think that means that someone is here with you… but who would that be? And where would they be while you are on your own by the fountain here?’” This opening gambit was more musings than thoughts actually being pieced together as the strings of a theory. He had a good idea, of course, the most logical explanation was that the girl had some sort of guard nearby or Kissan was running about somewhere, but it wasn’t something that Sutekh would say out loud or it would ruin the game.
Instead, he chose to hint at it by asking other questions as he waited for the girl to take her own turn in this strategic game, “Tell me Safiya, where is your brother today? I know he is eager for adventure, I’m sure he’d love to hear stories about life in a military camp…” That mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed the notion that he was solely interested in speaking with Kissan because of the boy’s interest in fighting, but instead he was prying for information. However, how likely was Safiya to give up such information?
This was a lot of fun, possibly more than she had been expecting from him but then she didn't really know Sutekh that well and this was an exciting opportunity to make the change and start to figure him out.
Clearly, he liked games and it made sense that he would enjoy the ones that challenged the mind in a variety of ways. Safiya liked the game because of the patterns and the sense of a dance that persisted between the two players. It had always been something that she had found came relatively naturally to her much like dancing had.
But then she had always been drawn to colour and music, so it made sense that she would see more in other things as well "I don't know about judging the kind of man you are... it's really far too soon for that. I don't even know your favoured drink" she was aware that this was a little bit like flirting but it really felt more like she was just having fun and nothing more serious or intimate was happening, it was just a relaxed and easygoing sort of thing at the moment.
"I'm glad to hear it! Though perhaps you will be surprised at me, I've no intention of going too easy either" she might not need to defend herself but that didn't mean she wouldn't resist the idea of some playful words in respect of her skills. Not that Safiya was really any sort of advanced played but she was sure that she would be able to hold her own in these circumstances but that might just be her pride or arrogance, probably both. Safiya didn't think it was an unexpected kind of reaction "Are you testing my fortitude, then?" she questioned and rolled for her own move, clapping as it turned up as a good one, nothing too exceptional but she should be able to hold her advantage for the time being.
Safiya allowed herself to look at him with a coy expression and her head tilted to one side "My brother, is it? Here I am, assuming I would be more than enough for company and instead not even a game can distract you from your true purpose" she pointed out, challenging right back and not at all prepared to back down in the least "What makes you think I wouldn't enjoy the tales? Are they not appropriate for a lady?" there was a definite flash of something playful than in her eyes.
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This was a lot of fun, possibly more than she had been expecting from him but then she didn't really know Sutekh that well and this was an exciting opportunity to make the change and start to figure him out.
Clearly, he liked games and it made sense that he would enjoy the ones that challenged the mind in a variety of ways. Safiya liked the game because of the patterns and the sense of a dance that persisted between the two players. It had always been something that she had found came relatively naturally to her much like dancing had.
But then she had always been drawn to colour and music, so it made sense that she would see more in other things as well "I don't know about judging the kind of man you are... it's really far too soon for that. I don't even know your favoured drink" she was aware that this was a little bit like flirting but it really felt more like she was just having fun and nothing more serious or intimate was happening, it was just a relaxed and easygoing sort of thing at the moment.
"I'm glad to hear it! Though perhaps you will be surprised at me, I've no intention of going too easy either" she might not need to defend herself but that didn't mean she wouldn't resist the idea of some playful words in respect of her skills. Not that Safiya was really any sort of advanced played but she was sure that she would be able to hold her own in these circumstances but that might just be her pride or arrogance, probably both. Safiya didn't think it was an unexpected kind of reaction "Are you testing my fortitude, then?" she questioned and rolled for her own move, clapping as it turned up as a good one, nothing too exceptional but she should be able to hold her advantage for the time being.
Safiya allowed herself to look at him with a coy expression and her head tilted to one side "My brother, is it? Here I am, assuming I would be more than enough for company and instead not even a game can distract you from your true purpose" she pointed out, challenging right back and not at all prepared to back down in the least "What makes you think I wouldn't enjoy the tales? Are they not appropriate for a lady?" there was a definite flash of something playful than in her eyes.
This was a lot of fun, possibly more than she had been expecting from him but then she didn't really know Sutekh that well and this was an exciting opportunity to make the change and start to figure him out.
Clearly, he liked games and it made sense that he would enjoy the ones that challenged the mind in a variety of ways. Safiya liked the game because of the patterns and the sense of a dance that persisted between the two players. It had always been something that she had found came relatively naturally to her much like dancing had.
But then she had always been drawn to colour and music, so it made sense that she would see more in other things as well "I don't know about judging the kind of man you are... it's really far too soon for that. I don't even know your favoured drink" she was aware that this was a little bit like flirting but it really felt more like she was just having fun and nothing more serious or intimate was happening, it was just a relaxed and easygoing sort of thing at the moment.
"I'm glad to hear it! Though perhaps you will be surprised at me, I've no intention of going too easy either" she might not need to defend herself but that didn't mean she wouldn't resist the idea of some playful words in respect of her skills. Not that Safiya was really any sort of advanced played but she was sure that she would be able to hold her own in these circumstances but that might just be her pride or arrogance, probably both. Safiya didn't think it was an unexpected kind of reaction "Are you testing my fortitude, then?" she questioned and rolled for her own move, clapping as it turned up as a good one, nothing too exceptional but she should be able to hold her advantage for the time being.
Safiya allowed herself to look at him with a coy expression and her head tilted to one side "My brother, is it? Here I am, assuming I would be more than enough for company and instead not even a game can distract you from your true purpose" she pointed out, challenging right back and not at all prepared to back down in the least "What makes you think I wouldn't enjoy the tales? Are they not appropriate for a lady?" there was a definite flash of something playful than in her eyes.
Out of all the things that Safiya could have possibly said, Sutekh certainly wasn’t expecting something along the lines of that. The Sheifa heir was physically taken aback by the mention of Safiya not even knowing what the Captain’s favorite drink was -- which, by the way, was Greecian wine as it was infinitely better than the mud water the lower class dared to call beer. He just simply hadn’t been expecting such an open question, especially in the form of such open flirtation and it momentarily threw the twenty-two-year-old off for a moment as the words sunk in.
Granted, she had done nothing to offend him. Such questions were even commonplace in the majority of their hedonistic culture, but Sutekh had always been an exception to this cultural standard. He had to be with the family disappointments that were called ‘Nia’ and ‘Hena’ were carelessly running their personal reputations into the ground. The pressure put on him to be the model son and perfect Sidar-in-training was immense and it forced Sutekh to reject the lifestyle so many of his Egyptians enjoyed. He just couldn’t risk bringing the shame that his siblings did upon his house. This prudish nature of his made it difficult to comprehend that Safiya did not necessarily follow the same rules as he did. It was made even worse by the fact that Sutekh had been away for so long that the last time he had only seen the seventeen-year-old a few times since he had first headed to the military camps. Even though he knew that she was older now, a small part of him still saw her as that little girl who wasn’t quite old enough to go to court yet. This was certainly a bit of a shock to his system to remember that while he was gone, time did not stop. Clearly, not be a long shot.
The heir was quick to recover though and was quick to make a comment explaining his reaction, “Hmm my favorite drink? Rather forward aren’t we Saf... Isn’t that something that should be discovered over an invitation to dinner?” Sutekh quipped back with a somewhat cheeky smile. There was also the slightest mischievous glint in his eyes, making it clear that he was only teasing the girl as he kept up the flirty atmosphere that this simple game of Senet was quickly becoming. Sutekh was honestly surprised how easy it was with Saf. The few times he had tried in the past, the conversation was stiff and dull as the boy’s own straitlaced nature came back to haunt him. However, with the Haikiddad girl, it was almost easy. It was mind-boggling to him, but he supposed that it had something to do with the fact that she had no qualms with going toe to toe with him for fun -- no ulterior motives or wandering hands like some of the others who ran in their social circles. This was vastly different and truthfully? Sutekh rather liked it.
“Greecian Wine.” He elaborated with a playful grin after a moment, not keen to leave Saf hanging in the dark, “Unlike some people, I do not like to leave people guessing.” Of course, he was not being serious. If he was, there would be a sharp edge to his words, but that just wasn’t there. If that wasn’t enough, he merely hummed in response to her question about him testing her fortitude. Although he was firmly within the camp that holding information was cruel and unwarranted, he felt that it might be necessary in this case as not only was there no safe answer, but the mere fact he was now seemingly going back on his previous statement would hopefully be enough of a distraction for her that he could take back the board. After all, he had not forgotten about the game in front of them amid the flirtation and questions.
“That’s not answering my question now is it Saf?” He tsked in response when she tried to deflect his attention to the notion that somehow her company alone was not good enough for him. Sutekh had already fallen into that trap once and was not going to be enough a fool to stumble into such chatter again. Not when it was so much easier to press her a bit to see if he could get the true answer from her, “Oh most certainly. You put a hundred teen boys together without fathers to keep up in line? I could never soil your poor ears with such filth, but every time I see young Kissan he is always begging for such tales… it would be cruel for me to deny him if he was here at the Wastan with us and I simply did not know...” His words conveyed with a teasing jilt to them were meant to kill multiple birds with one stone. Not only did it apply a certain amount of pressure to the question at hand, but he also answered her question while keeping things just as flirtatious as they had been thus far. In truth, Sutekh didn’t think his tales were all that terribly exciting as he had not actually seen combat… but Safiya didn’t need to know that, did she?
Glancing back down at the board, Sutekh took his next turn and was pleased to see that the gap between them was now finally closed and Sutekh was now neck in neck with the younger woman. “Your move Saf.” He said, motioning to the board with a slight grin, certain that the game might finally be on track to turn towards his favor.
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Out of all the things that Safiya could have possibly said, Sutekh certainly wasn’t expecting something along the lines of that. The Sheifa heir was physically taken aback by the mention of Safiya not even knowing what the Captain’s favorite drink was -- which, by the way, was Greecian wine as it was infinitely better than the mud water the lower class dared to call beer. He just simply hadn’t been expecting such an open question, especially in the form of such open flirtation and it momentarily threw the twenty-two-year-old off for a moment as the words sunk in.
Granted, she had done nothing to offend him. Such questions were even commonplace in the majority of their hedonistic culture, but Sutekh had always been an exception to this cultural standard. He had to be with the family disappointments that were called ‘Nia’ and ‘Hena’ were carelessly running their personal reputations into the ground. The pressure put on him to be the model son and perfect Sidar-in-training was immense and it forced Sutekh to reject the lifestyle so many of his Egyptians enjoyed. He just couldn’t risk bringing the shame that his siblings did upon his house. This prudish nature of his made it difficult to comprehend that Safiya did not necessarily follow the same rules as he did. It was made even worse by the fact that Sutekh had been away for so long that the last time he had only seen the seventeen-year-old a few times since he had first headed to the military camps. Even though he knew that she was older now, a small part of him still saw her as that little girl who wasn’t quite old enough to go to court yet. This was certainly a bit of a shock to his system to remember that while he was gone, time did not stop. Clearly, not be a long shot.
The heir was quick to recover though and was quick to make a comment explaining his reaction, “Hmm my favorite drink? Rather forward aren’t we Saf... Isn’t that something that should be discovered over an invitation to dinner?” Sutekh quipped back with a somewhat cheeky smile. There was also the slightest mischievous glint in his eyes, making it clear that he was only teasing the girl as he kept up the flirty atmosphere that this simple game of Senet was quickly becoming. Sutekh was honestly surprised how easy it was with Saf. The few times he had tried in the past, the conversation was stiff and dull as the boy’s own straitlaced nature came back to haunt him. However, with the Haikiddad girl, it was almost easy. It was mind-boggling to him, but he supposed that it had something to do with the fact that she had no qualms with going toe to toe with him for fun -- no ulterior motives or wandering hands like some of the others who ran in their social circles. This was vastly different and truthfully? Sutekh rather liked it.
“Greecian Wine.” He elaborated with a playful grin after a moment, not keen to leave Saf hanging in the dark, “Unlike some people, I do not like to leave people guessing.” Of course, he was not being serious. If he was, there would be a sharp edge to his words, but that just wasn’t there. If that wasn’t enough, he merely hummed in response to her question about him testing her fortitude. Although he was firmly within the camp that holding information was cruel and unwarranted, he felt that it might be necessary in this case as not only was there no safe answer, but the mere fact he was now seemingly going back on his previous statement would hopefully be enough of a distraction for her that he could take back the board. After all, he had not forgotten about the game in front of them amid the flirtation and questions.
“That’s not answering my question now is it Saf?” He tsked in response when she tried to deflect his attention to the notion that somehow her company alone was not good enough for him. Sutekh had already fallen into that trap once and was not going to be enough a fool to stumble into such chatter again. Not when it was so much easier to press her a bit to see if he could get the true answer from her, “Oh most certainly. You put a hundred teen boys together without fathers to keep up in line? I could never soil your poor ears with such filth, but every time I see young Kissan he is always begging for such tales… it would be cruel for me to deny him if he was here at the Wastan with us and I simply did not know...” His words conveyed with a teasing jilt to them were meant to kill multiple birds with one stone. Not only did it apply a certain amount of pressure to the question at hand, but he also answered her question while keeping things just as flirtatious as they had been thus far. In truth, Sutekh didn’t think his tales were all that terribly exciting as he had not actually seen combat… but Safiya didn’t need to know that, did she?
Glancing back down at the board, Sutekh took his next turn and was pleased to see that the gap between them was now finally closed and Sutekh was now neck in neck with the younger woman. “Your move Saf.” He said, motioning to the board with a slight grin, certain that the game might finally be on track to turn towards his favor.
Out of all the things that Safiya could have possibly said, Sutekh certainly wasn’t expecting something along the lines of that. The Sheifa heir was physically taken aback by the mention of Safiya not even knowing what the Captain’s favorite drink was -- which, by the way, was Greecian wine as it was infinitely better than the mud water the lower class dared to call beer. He just simply hadn’t been expecting such an open question, especially in the form of such open flirtation and it momentarily threw the twenty-two-year-old off for a moment as the words sunk in.
Granted, she had done nothing to offend him. Such questions were even commonplace in the majority of their hedonistic culture, but Sutekh had always been an exception to this cultural standard. He had to be with the family disappointments that were called ‘Nia’ and ‘Hena’ were carelessly running their personal reputations into the ground. The pressure put on him to be the model son and perfect Sidar-in-training was immense and it forced Sutekh to reject the lifestyle so many of his Egyptians enjoyed. He just couldn’t risk bringing the shame that his siblings did upon his house. This prudish nature of his made it difficult to comprehend that Safiya did not necessarily follow the same rules as he did. It was made even worse by the fact that Sutekh had been away for so long that the last time he had only seen the seventeen-year-old a few times since he had first headed to the military camps. Even though he knew that she was older now, a small part of him still saw her as that little girl who wasn’t quite old enough to go to court yet. This was certainly a bit of a shock to his system to remember that while he was gone, time did not stop. Clearly, not be a long shot.
The heir was quick to recover though and was quick to make a comment explaining his reaction, “Hmm my favorite drink? Rather forward aren’t we Saf... Isn’t that something that should be discovered over an invitation to dinner?” Sutekh quipped back with a somewhat cheeky smile. There was also the slightest mischievous glint in his eyes, making it clear that he was only teasing the girl as he kept up the flirty atmosphere that this simple game of Senet was quickly becoming. Sutekh was honestly surprised how easy it was with Saf. The few times he had tried in the past, the conversation was stiff and dull as the boy’s own straitlaced nature came back to haunt him. However, with the Haikiddad girl, it was almost easy. It was mind-boggling to him, but he supposed that it had something to do with the fact that she had no qualms with going toe to toe with him for fun -- no ulterior motives or wandering hands like some of the others who ran in their social circles. This was vastly different and truthfully? Sutekh rather liked it.
“Greecian Wine.” He elaborated with a playful grin after a moment, not keen to leave Saf hanging in the dark, “Unlike some people, I do not like to leave people guessing.” Of course, he was not being serious. If he was, there would be a sharp edge to his words, but that just wasn’t there. If that wasn’t enough, he merely hummed in response to her question about him testing her fortitude. Although he was firmly within the camp that holding information was cruel and unwarranted, he felt that it might be necessary in this case as not only was there no safe answer, but the mere fact he was now seemingly going back on his previous statement would hopefully be enough of a distraction for her that he could take back the board. After all, he had not forgotten about the game in front of them amid the flirtation and questions.
“That’s not answering my question now is it Saf?” He tsked in response when she tried to deflect his attention to the notion that somehow her company alone was not good enough for him. Sutekh had already fallen into that trap once and was not going to be enough a fool to stumble into such chatter again. Not when it was so much easier to press her a bit to see if he could get the true answer from her, “Oh most certainly. You put a hundred teen boys together without fathers to keep up in line? I could never soil your poor ears with such filth, but every time I see young Kissan he is always begging for such tales… it would be cruel for me to deny him if he was here at the Wastan with us and I simply did not know...” His words conveyed with a teasing jilt to them were meant to kill multiple birds with one stone. Not only did it apply a certain amount of pressure to the question at hand, but he also answered her question while keeping things just as flirtatious as they had been thus far. In truth, Sutekh didn’t think his tales were all that terribly exciting as he had not actually seen combat… but Safiya didn’t need to know that, did she?
Glancing back down at the board, Sutekh took his next turn and was pleased to see that the gap between them was now finally closed and Sutekh was now neck in neck with the younger woman. “Your move Saf.” He said, motioning to the board with a slight grin, certain that the game might finally be on track to turn towards his favor.
Safiya was perfectly aware of the nature of her conversation, yes, she might lack the nuances that came with further time and learning, not to mention direct experience but that was the sort of thing that would happen. She would not spend her current moments in regret or longing for something that would come, much like a marriage, one of the unavoidable aspects of life.
"Now though I have a better idea of what to prepare once such an invitation if offered; though I wonder if you would accept it from me or if I would need to wait for my brother to say such words - would you Sutekh?" she questioned, it was a serious sort of play now and entirely bold, perhaps too much though she meant nothing more than a meal and some conversation as he was enjoying this present exchange too much. Why not seek to pursue it for longer? Safiya was very determined to be confident in her approaches to him, mostly as it seemed to be working so successfully at the moment.
Safiya allowed the soft escape of a chuckle to escape as she waited for his response, adding some further to see what else might be stirred from his lips "Would you dine with us? I could hardly excuse my siblings, they would think it most unfair, unless you prefer only a single companion for your meals?" was he that sort of man? Safiya was doing her best to learn about him.
Though she suspected that he was managing the same in return, Safiya wasn't worried about him discovering details about her, she really didn't have anything to hide "Haven't I? What was it again?" asked from a newly demure manner as she searched her pieces and rolled again, this time managing to fall slightly further from the position than she would have liked but then the game was not over yet and she was sure that recovering it would be possible. At least she was determined to make it happen.
After all, the game was not done until... well, it was done.
Amused at her own thought, the curve of her lips widened into a true smile "I think I could stomach some of the tales, but it makes me wonder if Kissan is capable of such actions. I would never know, being his sister... are you such a man to act in that way among your peers?" he seemed polite and civilised now but then so did her brother when they spoke, perhaps they were both hiding that side of themselves from her.
"It was not so well done... but there it is, now it is yours" looking up at him from the board now, was he going to gloat?
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Safiya was perfectly aware of the nature of her conversation, yes, she might lack the nuances that came with further time and learning, not to mention direct experience but that was the sort of thing that would happen. She would not spend her current moments in regret or longing for something that would come, much like a marriage, one of the unavoidable aspects of life.
"Now though I have a better idea of what to prepare once such an invitation if offered; though I wonder if you would accept it from me or if I would need to wait for my brother to say such words - would you Sutekh?" she questioned, it was a serious sort of play now and entirely bold, perhaps too much though she meant nothing more than a meal and some conversation as he was enjoying this present exchange too much. Why not seek to pursue it for longer? Safiya was very determined to be confident in her approaches to him, mostly as it seemed to be working so successfully at the moment.
Safiya allowed the soft escape of a chuckle to escape as she waited for his response, adding some further to see what else might be stirred from his lips "Would you dine with us? I could hardly excuse my siblings, they would think it most unfair, unless you prefer only a single companion for your meals?" was he that sort of man? Safiya was doing her best to learn about him.
Though she suspected that he was managing the same in return, Safiya wasn't worried about him discovering details about her, she really didn't have anything to hide "Haven't I? What was it again?" asked from a newly demure manner as she searched her pieces and rolled again, this time managing to fall slightly further from the position than she would have liked but then the game was not over yet and she was sure that recovering it would be possible. At least she was determined to make it happen.
After all, the game was not done until... well, it was done.
Amused at her own thought, the curve of her lips widened into a true smile "I think I could stomach some of the tales, but it makes me wonder if Kissan is capable of such actions. I would never know, being his sister... are you such a man to act in that way among your peers?" he seemed polite and civilised now but then so did her brother when they spoke, perhaps they were both hiding that side of themselves from her.
"It was not so well done... but there it is, now it is yours" looking up at him from the board now, was he going to gloat?
Safiya was perfectly aware of the nature of her conversation, yes, she might lack the nuances that came with further time and learning, not to mention direct experience but that was the sort of thing that would happen. She would not spend her current moments in regret or longing for something that would come, much like a marriage, one of the unavoidable aspects of life.
"Now though I have a better idea of what to prepare once such an invitation if offered; though I wonder if you would accept it from me or if I would need to wait for my brother to say such words - would you Sutekh?" she questioned, it was a serious sort of play now and entirely bold, perhaps too much though she meant nothing more than a meal and some conversation as he was enjoying this present exchange too much. Why not seek to pursue it for longer? Safiya was very determined to be confident in her approaches to him, mostly as it seemed to be working so successfully at the moment.
Safiya allowed the soft escape of a chuckle to escape as she waited for his response, adding some further to see what else might be stirred from his lips "Would you dine with us? I could hardly excuse my siblings, they would think it most unfair, unless you prefer only a single companion for your meals?" was he that sort of man? Safiya was doing her best to learn about him.
Though she suspected that he was managing the same in return, Safiya wasn't worried about him discovering details about her, she really didn't have anything to hide "Haven't I? What was it again?" asked from a newly demure manner as she searched her pieces and rolled again, this time managing to fall slightly further from the position than she would have liked but then the game was not over yet and she was sure that recovering it would be possible. At least she was determined to make it happen.
After all, the game was not done until... well, it was done.
Amused at her own thought, the curve of her lips widened into a true smile "I think I could stomach some of the tales, but it makes me wonder if Kissan is capable of such actions. I would never know, being his sister... are you such a man to act in that way among your peers?" he seemed polite and civilised now but then so did her brother when they spoke, perhaps they were both hiding that side of themselves from her.
"It was not so well done... but there it is, now it is yours" looking up at him from the board now, was he going to gloat?
Sutekh had no idea what to think when Safiya straightforwardly asked if the Sheifa heir would be opposed to dinner. He was so taken aback by the offer that he actually froze for a moment before glancing up at the Haikiddad to make sure that he had indeed heard her correctly. Granted his reaction was a bit uncalled for -- this wasn't the most outlandish thing that he had ever heard after all. However, he just wasn't used to a member of the nobility being so point blank in their intentions. After all, Sutekh was more used the sly use of double-edged words and the delicate dance of saying things without uttering a word. Having someone not mince their words was something that he expected from his brothers in arms, not Safiya.
He was able to quickly shake himself out of it and finish making his move in the game before them. Sutekh could see that they were nearing the end of the board with Safiya in the lead by a considerable margin. How fitting given that this seemed to be reminiscent of this conversation as a whole where Saf seemed to be two steps ahead of the Sheifa boy, constantly taking him by surprise turn after turn. Maybe his time with the harakat really did make him rusty? That might be the answer, but Sutekh also knew that Safiya was a bit of an enigma in the courts. If anyone was going to take him by surprise, it would be her.
Once he put his piece down in what he secretly knew was likely to be his final move as he considered her offer. Dinner would be nice... but he had no idea what their families would think if they were caught sneaking off together or anything like that. Well, no. He knew exactly what his parents would think. They would be nothing short of delighted as they misread the situation. Her family would likely be less than pleased. Either way they would both like come to the same conclusion as to what this meant. His father might be eager for such an outcome as he was the one who encouraged Sutekh to approach Safiya in the first place... that wasn't something he felt would be best to even consider while he was still an active soldier. That wouldn't be fair to anyone involved if that was the case and that didn't even take into possibility him being skewered on the spot by Narmer.
So after careful thought, Sutekh provided a rather succinct answer that would hopefully avoid any pestering questions from adults or misread intentions. "I think a dinner between our families sounds nice..." He quietly mused. There was the slightest hint of a playful smirk at the corner of his lips. The Sheifa heir didn't know if that the girl across from him wouldn't insist on something more private, but at least it made it clear that he was open to the idea. This might be better anyway as it would be easy to suggest that the families came together for a party or something and the two of them could share a meal without causing much of a fuss. Then they could maybe learn a little more about each other. However, Safiya wasn't the sort to settle for the safe option like Sutekh was. It would be interesting to see how she would react.
Either way, he watched carefully as she made her next, possibly game winning move, waiting to see what she would think of his plan. As if to sweeten the deal and make any arguements for an sparser setting less likely, Sutekh was also quick to add, "I'm sure if our families came together there would be plenty of time for all to hear such stories." Even though the talk about Kissan had come up as a way to possible distract Saf, Sutekh was glad that the conversation had happened as it made his suggestion seem like a better solution.
Though now it's just a matter of seeing if Safiya would agree...
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Sutekh had no idea what to think when Safiya straightforwardly asked if the Sheifa heir would be opposed to dinner. He was so taken aback by the offer that he actually froze for a moment before glancing up at the Haikiddad to make sure that he had indeed heard her correctly. Granted his reaction was a bit uncalled for -- this wasn't the most outlandish thing that he had ever heard after all. However, he just wasn't used to a member of the nobility being so point blank in their intentions. After all, Sutekh was more used the sly use of double-edged words and the delicate dance of saying things without uttering a word. Having someone not mince their words was something that he expected from his brothers in arms, not Safiya.
He was able to quickly shake himself out of it and finish making his move in the game before them. Sutekh could see that they were nearing the end of the board with Safiya in the lead by a considerable margin. How fitting given that this seemed to be reminiscent of this conversation as a whole where Saf seemed to be two steps ahead of the Sheifa boy, constantly taking him by surprise turn after turn. Maybe his time with the harakat really did make him rusty? That might be the answer, but Sutekh also knew that Safiya was a bit of an enigma in the courts. If anyone was going to take him by surprise, it would be her.
Once he put his piece down in what he secretly knew was likely to be his final move as he considered her offer. Dinner would be nice... but he had no idea what their families would think if they were caught sneaking off together or anything like that. Well, no. He knew exactly what his parents would think. They would be nothing short of delighted as they misread the situation. Her family would likely be less than pleased. Either way they would both like come to the same conclusion as to what this meant. His father might be eager for such an outcome as he was the one who encouraged Sutekh to approach Safiya in the first place... that wasn't something he felt would be best to even consider while he was still an active soldier. That wouldn't be fair to anyone involved if that was the case and that didn't even take into possibility him being skewered on the spot by Narmer.
So after careful thought, Sutekh provided a rather succinct answer that would hopefully avoid any pestering questions from adults or misread intentions. "I think a dinner between our families sounds nice..." He quietly mused. There was the slightest hint of a playful smirk at the corner of his lips. The Sheifa heir didn't know if that the girl across from him wouldn't insist on something more private, but at least it made it clear that he was open to the idea. This might be better anyway as it would be easy to suggest that the families came together for a party or something and the two of them could share a meal without causing much of a fuss. Then they could maybe learn a little more about each other. However, Safiya wasn't the sort to settle for the safe option like Sutekh was. It would be interesting to see how she would react.
Either way, he watched carefully as she made her next, possibly game winning move, waiting to see what she would think of his plan. As if to sweeten the deal and make any arguements for an sparser setting less likely, Sutekh was also quick to add, "I'm sure if our families came together there would be plenty of time for all to hear such stories." Even though the talk about Kissan had come up as a way to possible distract Saf, Sutekh was glad that the conversation had happened as it made his suggestion seem like a better solution.
Though now it's just a matter of seeing if Safiya would agree...
Sutekh had no idea what to think when Safiya straightforwardly asked if the Sheifa heir would be opposed to dinner. He was so taken aback by the offer that he actually froze for a moment before glancing up at the Haikiddad to make sure that he had indeed heard her correctly. Granted his reaction was a bit uncalled for -- this wasn't the most outlandish thing that he had ever heard after all. However, he just wasn't used to a member of the nobility being so point blank in their intentions. After all, Sutekh was more used the sly use of double-edged words and the delicate dance of saying things without uttering a word. Having someone not mince their words was something that he expected from his brothers in arms, not Safiya.
He was able to quickly shake himself out of it and finish making his move in the game before them. Sutekh could see that they were nearing the end of the board with Safiya in the lead by a considerable margin. How fitting given that this seemed to be reminiscent of this conversation as a whole where Saf seemed to be two steps ahead of the Sheifa boy, constantly taking him by surprise turn after turn. Maybe his time with the harakat really did make him rusty? That might be the answer, but Sutekh also knew that Safiya was a bit of an enigma in the courts. If anyone was going to take him by surprise, it would be her.
Once he put his piece down in what he secretly knew was likely to be his final move as he considered her offer. Dinner would be nice... but he had no idea what their families would think if they were caught sneaking off together or anything like that. Well, no. He knew exactly what his parents would think. They would be nothing short of delighted as they misread the situation. Her family would likely be less than pleased. Either way they would both like come to the same conclusion as to what this meant. His father might be eager for such an outcome as he was the one who encouraged Sutekh to approach Safiya in the first place... that wasn't something he felt would be best to even consider while he was still an active soldier. That wouldn't be fair to anyone involved if that was the case and that didn't even take into possibility him being skewered on the spot by Narmer.
So after careful thought, Sutekh provided a rather succinct answer that would hopefully avoid any pestering questions from adults or misread intentions. "I think a dinner between our families sounds nice..." He quietly mused. There was the slightest hint of a playful smirk at the corner of his lips. The Sheifa heir didn't know if that the girl across from him wouldn't insist on something more private, but at least it made it clear that he was open to the idea. This might be better anyway as it would be easy to suggest that the families came together for a party or something and the two of them could share a meal without causing much of a fuss. Then they could maybe learn a little more about each other. However, Safiya wasn't the sort to settle for the safe option like Sutekh was. It would be interesting to see how she would react.
Either way, he watched carefully as she made her next, possibly game winning move, waiting to see what she would think of his plan. As if to sweeten the deal and make any arguements for an sparser setting less likely, Sutekh was also quick to add, "I'm sure if our families came together there would be plenty of time for all to hear such stories." Even though the talk about Kissan had come up as a way to possible distract Saf, Sutekh was glad that the conversation had happened as it made his suggestion seem like a better solution.
Though now it's just a matter of seeing if Safiya would agree...
Watching him make his move and being entirely pleased about this turn events, mostly as it seemed to be leading to her own victory at the game if not the conversation as Safiya knew herself to often end up confusing those who would otherwise be her social peers.
It was something that she was perhaps learning to use to her advantage and make work successfully, however, this time with Sutekh hadn't really been about honing those skills.
She had enjoyed this and the chance to be with him as well. Even if it had complicated her initial plans as she would have to explain to Sameera why she had been delayed. Safiya was sure that her twin would forgive her though, why shouldn't she? Especially as she had a tale to tell her that she might not even end up believing in the beginning, it didn't seem a likely sort with the way the young man had appeared or the direction of the conversation they had then undertaken but that was the wonder of the world and how it thrived on surprising all around so no one could be sure about what might happen next. It was never dull at least.
"Really, my whole family then? I will need to speak to my mother about that. I thought you might just prefer myself, Sameera and Kissan but we can do something far grander" she was sure about hat. Would their uncle agree though? That was the challenge "Would you be disappointed if it was only the four of us, or is that too many? I know Sameera would love to meet you" the last thing that she could imagine was ending up not including her twin in this. It was hard for her to want to separate, though some of their adventures were starting to make that unavoidable.
She did chuckle at his assertion "I would think it would also be rather loud with so many, is that the kind of gathering you like? All the noise and talking with lots of stories?" as he had brought it up she wanted to have an answer.
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Watching him make his move and being entirely pleased about this turn events, mostly as it seemed to be leading to her own victory at the game if not the conversation as Safiya knew herself to often end up confusing those who would otherwise be her social peers.
It was something that she was perhaps learning to use to her advantage and make work successfully, however, this time with Sutekh hadn't really been about honing those skills.
She had enjoyed this and the chance to be with him as well. Even if it had complicated her initial plans as she would have to explain to Sameera why she had been delayed. Safiya was sure that her twin would forgive her though, why shouldn't she? Especially as she had a tale to tell her that she might not even end up believing in the beginning, it didn't seem a likely sort with the way the young man had appeared or the direction of the conversation they had then undertaken but that was the wonder of the world and how it thrived on surprising all around so no one could be sure about what might happen next. It was never dull at least.
"Really, my whole family then? I will need to speak to my mother about that. I thought you might just prefer myself, Sameera and Kissan but we can do something far grander" she was sure about hat. Would their uncle agree though? That was the challenge "Would you be disappointed if it was only the four of us, or is that too many? I know Sameera would love to meet you" the last thing that she could imagine was ending up not including her twin in this. It was hard for her to want to separate, though some of their adventures were starting to make that unavoidable.
She did chuckle at his assertion "I would think it would also be rather loud with so many, is that the kind of gathering you like? All the noise and talking with lots of stories?" as he had brought it up she wanted to have an answer.
Watching him make his move and being entirely pleased about this turn events, mostly as it seemed to be leading to her own victory at the game if not the conversation as Safiya knew herself to often end up confusing those who would otherwise be her social peers.
It was something that she was perhaps learning to use to her advantage and make work successfully, however, this time with Sutekh hadn't really been about honing those skills.
She had enjoyed this and the chance to be with him as well. Even if it had complicated her initial plans as she would have to explain to Sameera why she had been delayed. Safiya was sure that her twin would forgive her though, why shouldn't she? Especially as she had a tale to tell her that she might not even end up believing in the beginning, it didn't seem a likely sort with the way the young man had appeared or the direction of the conversation they had then undertaken but that was the wonder of the world and how it thrived on surprising all around so no one could be sure about what might happen next. It was never dull at least.
"Really, my whole family then? I will need to speak to my mother about that. I thought you might just prefer myself, Sameera and Kissan but we can do something far grander" she was sure about hat. Would their uncle agree though? That was the challenge "Would you be disappointed if it was only the four of us, or is that too many? I know Sameera would love to meet you" the last thing that she could imagine was ending up not including her twin in this. It was hard for her to want to separate, though some of their adventures were starting to make that unavoidable.
She did chuckle at his assertion "I would think it would also be rather loud with so many, is that the kind of gathering you like? All the noise and talking with lots of stories?" as he had brought it up she wanted to have an answer.
When Sutekh had left his house just a short while ago, he could have never imagined that he would be concocting a plan to bring the two families together for a meal just so he could get to spend time with Safiya in a different setting. It was convoluted, he would readily admit, but maybe, just maybe the whole plan might have a stroke of genius to it.
His initial thought with this suggestion was bringing the two families together so they might distract each other. (After all, how else was Sutekh going to make sure that Hena and Nia somehow didn’t ruin this unless they had other people to torment for the evening.) However, with Safiya’s suggestion, he had to stop and consider how good of an idea that might be -- especially if they got Onuphrious and the elder members of the Haikiddad hei in a room together. They might get ideas that Sutekh was not ready for while he was still deeply entrenched in his career as a Captain of the Sheifa Harakat. He was already going to be forced to return in two years, Sutekh didn’t want to risk needing to come home a second sooner than he really needed to… However, would that really be solved if Sutekh went alone to the Haikiddad household alone to meet with her family?
Oh, good lord, this was going to turn into a right old mess wasn’t it?
“Well… maybe… I dunno…” He stammered, trying to think through all the possible outcomes of the endless dinner combinations. The one thing that Sutekh knew was that if the two of them put some sort of plan in place, the Sheifa heir was going to bring some of his family along. If nothing more they served as a bit of a distraction, capable of entertaining each other while Sutekh and Saf didn’t have to deal with any of the issues that came with them dining alone. However, there were certain members of his family that Sutekh would not like to see tag along with like Nia and Hena. Those two were absolute troublemakers that would go out of their way to ruin the night as they have ruined every other event that has ever mattered to the Sheifa heir. After all, he had still yet to properly let go of the time that the two of them had ruined his birthday celebrations when the Sheifas had gone to the pyramids of Giza…
But that was beside the point. They were not a safe option and neither was Onuphrious as he had been the one to push Sutekh into approaching the lone twin in the first place. He didn’t want to be rushed along in something that would have to wait at least two years, after all. However, that meant that the possible pool of guests on Sutekh’s side had shrunk to only three people besides himself; his mother, Nef, and Nenet. They were the safest options for a dinner like this and if Saf could manage to wrangle the majority, but not all of her family together... maybe this might work. Though that was a pretty large maybe. Sutekh had no idea if his family would be on board for an evening out with the Haikiddads or if people the heir did not want to attend decided to invite themselves… Long story short, there were still a lot of variables up in the air, but it seemed to be that the two of them had a decent plan.
“I was thinking that some of my own family should go too -- so nobody gets the wrong idea or anything,” He hastily explained, rubbing at his neck as he tried to consider his final move on the game board. Just glancing at the number he drew and the number of spaces left between both his piece and the goal as well as Safiya’s distance from victory, he could easily tell that he had lost. He tried to think through a variety of moves that might cinch himself a spot in the winner’s circle, but he couldn’t think of anything. Even though she still had one move to make, she had clearly won the game. Never being one to be a sore loser, Sutekh didn’t throw a fit when the realization dawned on him, but instead, he was a good sport and put his piece down, accepting the fact that he had just lost. “Perhaps my mother and maybe Nef? Nenet? Something small, of course. I wouldn’t want to overwhelm everyone with the entire Sheifa brood.” He added with a small chuckle. Hopefully, this clarified his earlier thought and gave some insight to the plan that Sutekh had to use the whole family as a cover… if not, well he could explain it at the dinner itself.
“I think we could also host if you would like? I don’t know if all of my siblings would want to go and it would be dreadfully rude for us to impose ourselves like that.” His words trailed off at the end as he waited for Saf to consider his course of action. It was a bit risky certainly, but that was how you got the best reward wasn’t it? If everything went well, this could give them that chance to learn more about each other without having rumors fly and if they failed… well hopefully someone else could be blamed for the disaster.
With the game at an end and some vague semblance of a plan in place, Sutekh was eager to get back to his home and speak to Iaheru about how truly feasible this all was, but first, he had to make sure that Saf was on the same page as him, just to be safe and make sure that there weren’t any major issues later. That was made clear through Sutekh’s last question for the girl, asking for her honest feedback in just four short words, “What do you think?”
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When Sutekh had left his house just a short while ago, he could have never imagined that he would be concocting a plan to bring the two families together for a meal just so he could get to spend time with Safiya in a different setting. It was convoluted, he would readily admit, but maybe, just maybe the whole plan might have a stroke of genius to it.
His initial thought with this suggestion was bringing the two families together so they might distract each other. (After all, how else was Sutekh going to make sure that Hena and Nia somehow didn’t ruin this unless they had other people to torment for the evening.) However, with Safiya’s suggestion, he had to stop and consider how good of an idea that might be -- especially if they got Onuphrious and the elder members of the Haikiddad hei in a room together. They might get ideas that Sutekh was not ready for while he was still deeply entrenched in his career as a Captain of the Sheifa Harakat. He was already going to be forced to return in two years, Sutekh didn’t want to risk needing to come home a second sooner than he really needed to… However, would that really be solved if Sutekh went alone to the Haikiddad household alone to meet with her family?
Oh, good lord, this was going to turn into a right old mess wasn’t it?
“Well… maybe… I dunno…” He stammered, trying to think through all the possible outcomes of the endless dinner combinations. The one thing that Sutekh knew was that if the two of them put some sort of plan in place, the Sheifa heir was going to bring some of his family along. If nothing more they served as a bit of a distraction, capable of entertaining each other while Sutekh and Saf didn’t have to deal with any of the issues that came with them dining alone. However, there were certain members of his family that Sutekh would not like to see tag along with like Nia and Hena. Those two were absolute troublemakers that would go out of their way to ruin the night as they have ruined every other event that has ever mattered to the Sheifa heir. After all, he had still yet to properly let go of the time that the two of them had ruined his birthday celebrations when the Sheifas had gone to the pyramids of Giza…
But that was beside the point. They were not a safe option and neither was Onuphrious as he had been the one to push Sutekh into approaching the lone twin in the first place. He didn’t want to be rushed along in something that would have to wait at least two years, after all. However, that meant that the possible pool of guests on Sutekh’s side had shrunk to only three people besides himself; his mother, Nef, and Nenet. They were the safest options for a dinner like this and if Saf could manage to wrangle the majority, but not all of her family together... maybe this might work. Though that was a pretty large maybe. Sutekh had no idea if his family would be on board for an evening out with the Haikiddads or if people the heir did not want to attend decided to invite themselves… Long story short, there were still a lot of variables up in the air, but it seemed to be that the two of them had a decent plan.
“I was thinking that some of my own family should go too -- so nobody gets the wrong idea or anything,” He hastily explained, rubbing at his neck as he tried to consider his final move on the game board. Just glancing at the number he drew and the number of spaces left between both his piece and the goal as well as Safiya’s distance from victory, he could easily tell that he had lost. He tried to think through a variety of moves that might cinch himself a spot in the winner’s circle, but he couldn’t think of anything. Even though she still had one move to make, she had clearly won the game. Never being one to be a sore loser, Sutekh didn’t throw a fit when the realization dawned on him, but instead, he was a good sport and put his piece down, accepting the fact that he had just lost. “Perhaps my mother and maybe Nef? Nenet? Something small, of course. I wouldn’t want to overwhelm everyone with the entire Sheifa brood.” He added with a small chuckle. Hopefully, this clarified his earlier thought and gave some insight to the plan that Sutekh had to use the whole family as a cover… if not, well he could explain it at the dinner itself.
“I think we could also host if you would like? I don’t know if all of my siblings would want to go and it would be dreadfully rude for us to impose ourselves like that.” His words trailed off at the end as he waited for Saf to consider his course of action. It was a bit risky certainly, but that was how you got the best reward wasn’t it? If everything went well, this could give them that chance to learn more about each other without having rumors fly and if they failed… well hopefully someone else could be blamed for the disaster.
With the game at an end and some vague semblance of a plan in place, Sutekh was eager to get back to his home and speak to Iaheru about how truly feasible this all was, but first, he had to make sure that Saf was on the same page as him, just to be safe and make sure that there weren’t any major issues later. That was made clear through Sutekh’s last question for the girl, asking for her honest feedback in just four short words, “What do you think?”
When Sutekh had left his house just a short while ago, he could have never imagined that he would be concocting a plan to bring the two families together for a meal just so he could get to spend time with Safiya in a different setting. It was convoluted, he would readily admit, but maybe, just maybe the whole plan might have a stroke of genius to it.
His initial thought with this suggestion was bringing the two families together so they might distract each other. (After all, how else was Sutekh going to make sure that Hena and Nia somehow didn’t ruin this unless they had other people to torment for the evening.) However, with Safiya’s suggestion, he had to stop and consider how good of an idea that might be -- especially if they got Onuphrious and the elder members of the Haikiddad hei in a room together. They might get ideas that Sutekh was not ready for while he was still deeply entrenched in his career as a Captain of the Sheifa Harakat. He was already going to be forced to return in two years, Sutekh didn’t want to risk needing to come home a second sooner than he really needed to… However, would that really be solved if Sutekh went alone to the Haikiddad household alone to meet with her family?
Oh, good lord, this was going to turn into a right old mess wasn’t it?
“Well… maybe… I dunno…” He stammered, trying to think through all the possible outcomes of the endless dinner combinations. The one thing that Sutekh knew was that if the two of them put some sort of plan in place, the Sheifa heir was going to bring some of his family along. If nothing more they served as a bit of a distraction, capable of entertaining each other while Sutekh and Saf didn’t have to deal with any of the issues that came with them dining alone. However, there were certain members of his family that Sutekh would not like to see tag along with like Nia and Hena. Those two were absolute troublemakers that would go out of their way to ruin the night as they have ruined every other event that has ever mattered to the Sheifa heir. After all, he had still yet to properly let go of the time that the two of them had ruined his birthday celebrations when the Sheifas had gone to the pyramids of Giza…
But that was beside the point. They were not a safe option and neither was Onuphrious as he had been the one to push Sutekh into approaching the lone twin in the first place. He didn’t want to be rushed along in something that would have to wait at least two years, after all. However, that meant that the possible pool of guests on Sutekh’s side had shrunk to only three people besides himself; his mother, Nef, and Nenet. They were the safest options for a dinner like this and if Saf could manage to wrangle the majority, but not all of her family together... maybe this might work. Though that was a pretty large maybe. Sutekh had no idea if his family would be on board for an evening out with the Haikiddads or if people the heir did not want to attend decided to invite themselves… Long story short, there were still a lot of variables up in the air, but it seemed to be that the two of them had a decent plan.
“I was thinking that some of my own family should go too -- so nobody gets the wrong idea or anything,” He hastily explained, rubbing at his neck as he tried to consider his final move on the game board. Just glancing at the number he drew and the number of spaces left between both his piece and the goal as well as Safiya’s distance from victory, he could easily tell that he had lost. He tried to think through a variety of moves that might cinch himself a spot in the winner’s circle, but he couldn’t think of anything. Even though she still had one move to make, she had clearly won the game. Never being one to be a sore loser, Sutekh didn’t throw a fit when the realization dawned on him, but instead, he was a good sport and put his piece down, accepting the fact that he had just lost. “Perhaps my mother and maybe Nef? Nenet? Something small, of course. I wouldn’t want to overwhelm everyone with the entire Sheifa brood.” He added with a small chuckle. Hopefully, this clarified his earlier thought and gave some insight to the plan that Sutekh had to use the whole family as a cover… if not, well he could explain it at the dinner itself.
“I think we could also host if you would like? I don’t know if all of my siblings would want to go and it would be dreadfully rude for us to impose ourselves like that.” His words trailed off at the end as he waited for Saf to consider his course of action. It was a bit risky certainly, but that was how you got the best reward wasn’t it? If everything went well, this could give them that chance to learn more about each other without having rumors fly and if they failed… well hopefully someone else could be blamed for the disaster.
With the game at an end and some vague semblance of a plan in place, Sutekh was eager to get back to his home and speak to Iaheru about how truly feasible this all was, but first, he had to make sure that Saf was on the same page as him, just to be safe and make sure that there weren’t any major issues later. That was made clear through Sutekh’s last question for the girl, asking for her honest feedback in just four short words, “What do you think?”
She was never really the sort who spent all her time with overthinking any kind of decisions or the way that her decisions and actions that could end up cascading down in all kinds of different and unexpected directions.
As much as Safiya was attempting to do her best to try and not end up becoming someone who was careless and unfeeling that really didn't help to either improve her luck in those situations where it might end up affecting matters or in providing the ideal path to resolve the times when it really did become a problem. Just like the game, her luck held positively and that was the kind of thing that Safiya preferred to rely on more than anything else.
"I would say... I won!" she pointed out, clapping her hands together as the last little bits and pieces all managed to successfully fall into place and provided her with the right means of seeing the kind of conclusion that resulted in her victory "And that I doubt my family would find an easy excuse to refuse a meal and the company of your family - I love to spend time with good people and that was also a good game! It was also close, you're really adept at all of this" she remarked, while she might like to crow a little bit about all of this that didn't mean that she would be so uncouth as to rub it into his face or anything like that.
She had been raised to have some manners after all.
This was the least of accomplishments that she was able to savour at the moment, even if she had to also mentally kick herself to remember that she was trying to avoid too much pride.
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She was never really the sort who spent all her time with overthinking any kind of decisions or the way that her decisions and actions that could end up cascading down in all kinds of different and unexpected directions.
As much as Safiya was attempting to do her best to try and not end up becoming someone who was careless and unfeeling that really didn't help to either improve her luck in those situations where it might end up affecting matters or in providing the ideal path to resolve the times when it really did become a problem. Just like the game, her luck held positively and that was the kind of thing that Safiya preferred to rely on more than anything else.
"I would say... I won!" she pointed out, clapping her hands together as the last little bits and pieces all managed to successfully fall into place and provided her with the right means of seeing the kind of conclusion that resulted in her victory "And that I doubt my family would find an easy excuse to refuse a meal and the company of your family - I love to spend time with good people and that was also a good game! It was also close, you're really adept at all of this" she remarked, while she might like to crow a little bit about all of this that didn't mean that she would be so uncouth as to rub it into his face or anything like that.
She had been raised to have some manners after all.
This was the least of accomplishments that she was able to savour at the moment, even if she had to also mentally kick herself to remember that she was trying to avoid too much pride.
She was never really the sort who spent all her time with overthinking any kind of decisions or the way that her decisions and actions that could end up cascading down in all kinds of different and unexpected directions.
As much as Safiya was attempting to do her best to try and not end up becoming someone who was careless and unfeeling that really didn't help to either improve her luck in those situations where it might end up affecting matters or in providing the ideal path to resolve the times when it really did become a problem. Just like the game, her luck held positively and that was the kind of thing that Safiya preferred to rely on more than anything else.
"I would say... I won!" she pointed out, clapping her hands together as the last little bits and pieces all managed to successfully fall into place and provided her with the right means of seeing the kind of conclusion that resulted in her victory "And that I doubt my family would find an easy excuse to refuse a meal and the company of your family - I love to spend time with good people and that was also a good game! It was also close, you're really adept at all of this" she remarked, while she might like to crow a little bit about all of this that didn't mean that she would be so uncouth as to rub it into his face or anything like that.
She had been raised to have some manners after all.
This was the least of accomplishments that she was able to savour at the moment, even if she had to also mentally kick herself to remember that she was trying to avoid too much pride.