It was true that she adored cats. Not unusual among her family, although her mother had never been as convinced about them as the rest of the were. That might be the result of her upbringing. As the tribes of her homeland were not exactly an ideal place for the kind of cats that were so common in Egypt. Safiya had asked her mother about her homeland and the world that she had left behind, even if she had not been interested, Sameera had been and remained entirely fascinated by it all.
That was why a lot of their stories featured tales that involved adventures that took their heros (and heroines) off to such distant places.
They were places that Safiya and Sameera would not be able to reach, not without something far more exceptional being the case. Safiya was not even sure that she really wanted to do something like that, especially as it would mean adjusting to a world without cats.
All of that being said, Safiya was not currently wondering if the Queen's cat was personally intent on making sure that she ended up looking like she had just crawled out from a hedge. Which had actually had just happened, and was why there were scratches on her bare arms as well as a tear to the material of her clothes. Sighing rather woefully and with a rush of breath, Safiya watched the Queen's cat - one very smug looking caracal - sitting in front of her and carefully proceeding to groom it's paws with all the appearance of being blissfully an completely entertained by it all.
"You know... if you were really one of the gods messengers you would have picked a bush with far less in the way of thorns" she muttered, as Safiya proceeded to dust herself off, the need to at least try and make sure that she didn't look like some errant street child who had just arrived from the slums.
Safiya looked at the animal again, pulling out a twig from her head "I'm going to make sure you get nothing but fish or a week" she muttered, it wasn't much of a threat and she seriously believed that had she come across someone running around and diving into the hedges of the garden, then she would have been lost to laughter long since. Being on the other side of that situation was a whole lot less pleasant and was definitely the reason why she was pouting at the moment.
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