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Sutekh had never been more grateful for fresh air in his entire life.
The Deputy General breathed an audible sigh of relief when he pushed back the cloth flaps that separated the military camp from the Pharaoh’s private quarters and stepped into the blazing desert sun. Truthfully, the air felt far cooler out here than it had been within the shade of the tent. That was mostly due, of course, to the people who had been within the building. Namely, Iahotep. Good gods, the man might have not said much to Sutekh while he was there, quickly delivering his report, but he didn’t even need to say a signal word to deafen a room. His angry stare was unsettling and the unspoken truth of how both men knew that the Pharaoh wanted the boy dead had hung heavily in the atmosphere and that didn’t even begin to touch on the whole complex nature of the reasoning as to why he had been promoted to the rank of Deputy General in the first place. Even though it was a rank that he did deserve on account of his skill and his previous experience in the Sheifa Harakat, not even a fool would think that Iahotep would give such a gift out of the kindness of his heart. As terrifying as it was, Sutekh was more than well aware that he was unlikely to return from this conflict.
All of these factors were reasons why Sutekh had no desire to be around the Pharaoh a moment longer than he had to be. In truth, he had hoped when he first entered the tent that he would be able to convey the message that one of the Generals had sent him off with and slip away as quickly as possible. However, Sutekh had been delayed in such a plan by the others who were in the tent with Iahotep. Although he truly didn’t mean to given who was observing the chatter, Sutekh had found himself in conversation with both General Osorsen and Kissan H’Haikkidad. The chatter with the younger of these two men had certainly intrigued Sutekh as it seemed to be that the two boys were in similar boats when it came to dealing with Iahotep. It was something that the Naddar Prince would have to inquire more about if he could get the boy away from Iahotep at some point.
He had been quick to take his leave with an invitation from Oso for a shared meal later on that evening. Sutekh certainly had mixed feelings about that, but it wasn’t something he could necessarily dwell on as he stepped outside the tent and nearly ran into someone.
Sutekh reeled back on his feet, clearly taken by surprise by the sudden obstacle in his path. With the sun glaring into his eyes, the boy couldn’t see at first who it had been, leading to him thinking that it must have been some sort of soldier who was trying to take advantage of the shadow the Pharoah’s tent had cast. He was wrong, of course, but the former Sheifa heir didn’t realize it at first. That was made more than clear by the harsh reprimand that the Prince had for whoever this fool was.
“Watch where you’re going, would yo-- Safiya, what are you doing here?” His words first carried all the authority of the position he now held, but Sutekh had come to a sputtering stop when he realized that it was the elder Haikkidad twin in front of him and not some new recruit shipping off for the first time. His expression twisted in confusion at the sight of her. The prince knew that some of the women and children who were going to be left behind were likely to visit today as this would be one of the last opportunities to see the men before the Greeks arrived, but still Sutekh hadn’t expected to see her here. In truth, he had a rather soft spot in his heart for Safiya as she had been one of the few people who had not treated him differently in the wake of the scandal that was now attached to his name. He was immensely grateful for that as practically no one else had done the same. That alone was why he was quick to apologize as his personal respect for her would not allow him to let the girl think that she was angry with her.
“I’m sorry Lady Safiya I did not see you there. I thought you were one of the soldiers… Are you waiting for Kissan?” The boy was about to continue and tell her that it wouldn’t be long before her younger brother emerged from the tent as well, but the words died in his throat as his gaze shifted to the girl who was accompanying Safiya to the Pharaoh’s tent. His jaw dropped in shock at the sight of the girl as she was the last person that Sutkeh had expected to see out here today--even more so than Safiya as it had been two months since either of them saw each other and either of them dared to call each other their siblings.
“Nenet?” Sutekh stuttered out, almost as if he was afraid of her being a mirage in the desert heat. Could his little sister really be here?This had to be some sort of cruel trick. After all, the two of them had always been close, but in the weeks since Sutekh had been cast out from the Sheifa household, he had not heard a single word from her. The silence almost hurt him as much as the cruel words that her father had spat out at him as he was kicked out of the only home he had ever known. He had slowly been starting to accept that he would never have contact with his favorite sister again… but now she was here.
He wanted to race over to her, wrap her up in a hug, and never let her go as these past few months had been hard without her. However, Sutekh didn’t know the reason for the silence. It could be entirely possible that Nenet hated him for what the scandal had done to her house… Not to mention the pair of siblings had an audience to this reunion and the last time Sutekh had seen one of his sisters, things had not gone well.
Would this reunion end up the same way?
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Sutekh had never been more grateful for fresh air in his entire life.
The Deputy General breathed an audible sigh of relief when he pushed back the cloth flaps that separated the military camp from the Pharaoh’s private quarters and stepped into the blazing desert sun. Truthfully, the air felt far cooler out here than it had been within the shade of the tent. That was mostly due, of course, to the people who had been within the building. Namely, Iahotep. Good gods, the man might have not said much to Sutekh while he was there, quickly delivering his report, but he didn’t even need to say a signal word to deafen a room. His angry stare was unsettling and the unspoken truth of how both men knew that the Pharaoh wanted the boy dead had hung heavily in the atmosphere and that didn’t even begin to touch on the whole complex nature of the reasoning as to why he had been promoted to the rank of Deputy General in the first place. Even though it was a rank that he did deserve on account of his skill and his previous experience in the Sheifa Harakat, not even a fool would think that Iahotep would give such a gift out of the kindness of his heart. As terrifying as it was, Sutekh was more than well aware that he was unlikely to return from this conflict.
All of these factors were reasons why Sutekh had no desire to be around the Pharaoh a moment longer than he had to be. In truth, he had hoped when he first entered the tent that he would be able to convey the message that one of the Generals had sent him off with and slip away as quickly as possible. However, Sutekh had been delayed in such a plan by the others who were in the tent with Iahotep. Although he truly didn’t mean to given who was observing the chatter, Sutekh had found himself in conversation with both General Osorsen and Kissan H’Haikkidad. The chatter with the younger of these two men had certainly intrigued Sutekh as it seemed to be that the two boys were in similar boats when it came to dealing with Iahotep. It was something that the Naddar Prince would have to inquire more about if he could get the boy away from Iahotep at some point.
He had been quick to take his leave with an invitation from Oso for a shared meal later on that evening. Sutekh certainly had mixed feelings about that, but it wasn’t something he could necessarily dwell on as he stepped outside the tent and nearly ran into someone.
Sutekh reeled back on his feet, clearly taken by surprise by the sudden obstacle in his path. With the sun glaring into his eyes, the boy couldn’t see at first who it had been, leading to him thinking that it must have been some sort of soldier who was trying to take advantage of the shadow the Pharoah’s tent had cast. He was wrong, of course, but the former Sheifa heir didn’t realize it at first. That was made more than clear by the harsh reprimand that the Prince had for whoever this fool was.
“Watch where you’re going, would yo-- Safiya, what are you doing here?” His words first carried all the authority of the position he now held, but Sutekh had come to a sputtering stop when he realized that it was the elder Haikkidad twin in front of him and not some new recruit shipping off for the first time. His expression twisted in confusion at the sight of her. The prince knew that some of the women and children who were going to be left behind were likely to visit today as this would be one of the last opportunities to see the men before the Greeks arrived, but still Sutekh hadn’t expected to see her here. In truth, he had a rather soft spot in his heart for Safiya as she had been one of the few people who had not treated him differently in the wake of the scandal that was now attached to his name. He was immensely grateful for that as practically no one else had done the same. That alone was why he was quick to apologize as his personal respect for her would not allow him to let the girl think that she was angry with her.
“I’m sorry Lady Safiya I did not see you there. I thought you were one of the soldiers… Are you waiting for Kissan?” The boy was about to continue and tell her that it wouldn’t be long before her younger brother emerged from the tent as well, but the words died in his throat as his gaze shifted to the girl who was accompanying Safiya to the Pharaoh’s tent. His jaw dropped in shock at the sight of the girl as she was the last person that Sutkeh had expected to see out here today--even more so than Safiya as it had been two months since either of them saw each other and either of them dared to call each other their siblings.
“Nenet?” Sutekh stuttered out, almost as if he was afraid of her being a mirage in the desert heat. Could his little sister really be here?This had to be some sort of cruel trick. After all, the two of them had always been close, but in the weeks since Sutekh had been cast out from the Sheifa household, he had not heard a single word from her. The silence almost hurt him as much as the cruel words that her father had spat out at him as he was kicked out of the only home he had ever known. He had slowly been starting to accept that he would never have contact with his favorite sister again… but now she was here.
He wanted to race over to her, wrap her up in a hug, and never let her go as these past few months had been hard without her. However, Sutekh didn’t know the reason for the silence. It could be entirely possible that Nenet hated him for what the scandal had done to her house… Not to mention the pair of siblings had an audience to this reunion and the last time Sutekh had seen one of his sisters, things had not gone well.
Would this reunion end up the same way?
Sutekh had never been more grateful for fresh air in his entire life.
The Deputy General breathed an audible sigh of relief when he pushed back the cloth flaps that separated the military camp from the Pharaoh’s private quarters and stepped into the blazing desert sun. Truthfully, the air felt far cooler out here than it had been within the shade of the tent. That was mostly due, of course, to the people who had been within the building. Namely, Iahotep. Good gods, the man might have not said much to Sutekh while he was there, quickly delivering his report, but he didn’t even need to say a signal word to deafen a room. His angry stare was unsettling and the unspoken truth of how both men knew that the Pharaoh wanted the boy dead had hung heavily in the atmosphere and that didn’t even begin to touch on the whole complex nature of the reasoning as to why he had been promoted to the rank of Deputy General in the first place. Even though it was a rank that he did deserve on account of his skill and his previous experience in the Sheifa Harakat, not even a fool would think that Iahotep would give such a gift out of the kindness of his heart. As terrifying as it was, Sutekh was more than well aware that he was unlikely to return from this conflict.
All of these factors were reasons why Sutekh had no desire to be around the Pharaoh a moment longer than he had to be. In truth, he had hoped when he first entered the tent that he would be able to convey the message that one of the Generals had sent him off with and slip away as quickly as possible. However, Sutekh had been delayed in such a plan by the others who were in the tent with Iahotep. Although he truly didn’t mean to given who was observing the chatter, Sutekh had found himself in conversation with both General Osorsen and Kissan H’Haikkidad. The chatter with the younger of these two men had certainly intrigued Sutekh as it seemed to be that the two boys were in similar boats when it came to dealing with Iahotep. It was something that the Naddar Prince would have to inquire more about if he could get the boy away from Iahotep at some point.
He had been quick to take his leave with an invitation from Oso for a shared meal later on that evening. Sutekh certainly had mixed feelings about that, but it wasn’t something he could necessarily dwell on as he stepped outside the tent and nearly ran into someone.
Sutekh reeled back on his feet, clearly taken by surprise by the sudden obstacle in his path. With the sun glaring into his eyes, the boy couldn’t see at first who it had been, leading to him thinking that it must have been some sort of soldier who was trying to take advantage of the shadow the Pharoah’s tent had cast. He was wrong, of course, but the former Sheifa heir didn’t realize it at first. That was made more than clear by the harsh reprimand that the Prince had for whoever this fool was.
“Watch where you’re going, would yo-- Safiya, what are you doing here?” His words first carried all the authority of the position he now held, but Sutekh had come to a sputtering stop when he realized that it was the elder Haikkidad twin in front of him and not some new recruit shipping off for the first time. His expression twisted in confusion at the sight of her. The prince knew that some of the women and children who were going to be left behind were likely to visit today as this would be one of the last opportunities to see the men before the Greeks arrived, but still Sutekh hadn’t expected to see her here. In truth, he had a rather soft spot in his heart for Safiya as she had been one of the few people who had not treated him differently in the wake of the scandal that was now attached to his name. He was immensely grateful for that as practically no one else had done the same. That alone was why he was quick to apologize as his personal respect for her would not allow him to let the girl think that she was angry with her.
“I’m sorry Lady Safiya I did not see you there. I thought you were one of the soldiers… Are you waiting for Kissan?” The boy was about to continue and tell her that it wouldn’t be long before her younger brother emerged from the tent as well, but the words died in his throat as his gaze shifted to the girl who was accompanying Safiya to the Pharaoh’s tent. His jaw dropped in shock at the sight of the girl as she was the last person that Sutkeh had expected to see out here today--even more so than Safiya as it had been two months since either of them saw each other and either of them dared to call each other their siblings.
“Nenet?” Sutekh stuttered out, almost as if he was afraid of her being a mirage in the desert heat. Could his little sister really be here?This had to be some sort of cruel trick. After all, the two of them had always been close, but in the weeks since Sutekh had been cast out from the Sheifa household, he had not heard a single word from her. The silence almost hurt him as much as the cruel words that her father had spat out at him as he was kicked out of the only home he had ever known. He had slowly been starting to accept that he would never have contact with his favorite sister again… but now she was here.
He wanted to race over to her, wrap her up in a hug, and never let her go as these past few months had been hard without her. However, Sutekh didn’t know the reason for the silence. It could be entirely possible that Nenet hated him for what the scandal had done to her house… Not to mention the pair of siblings had an audience to this reunion and the last time Sutekh had seen one of his sisters, things had not gone well.
Would this reunion end up the same way?
Safiya had wanted to find Sutekh, which was what Nenet had turned up for as well. She’d not seen her brother since that horrid night he was expelled from the house and had not had the courage to write to him, either. The other girl had offered to leave the two of them alone once they did find Sutekh and Nenet had shaken her head violently at that notion. No. She wanted Safiya there to ease the awkwardness of the situation. With Safiya there as a buffer, of sorts, Nenet could be spared the more probing, horrible questions Sutekh might have, such as why she hadn’t at least written and why she hadn’t simply risked their father’s anger to come see him. After all, what would their father do to her, really? The main problem was she didn’t have satisfactory answers to those questions. At first she was too shocked, then too much time had passed so she felt like a coward, then the cowardice compounded on itself and she felt like she’d let the opportunities slip away. Then she’d lied to herself by saying she’d find a better way to see him, only now he was ordered off to war and may not come back. It was now or never.
Her arm threaded through Safiya’s, the two of them made their way through the encampment towards the tent that Nenet guessed her brother to be in. Pharaoh and General Osorsen, as well as Kissan H’Haikaddad. There was absolutely no way under Ra’s sun that she was going to enter that tent and so she and Safiya paused a safe distance away. Nenet tried not to listen to what was being said but she definitely heard signs that the men were leaving the tent and half pulled Safiya with her, wanting the prettier girl to be the first one Sutekh saw. His reaction might not be kind if he saw his sister first. Though, she hated to think that. Sutekh had always been kind to her…
Whatever had happened in the tent, it made Sutekh barrel out of it and Nenet had to take a step back, her arm falling away from Safiya as she did so, trying to avoid her brother. He didn’t look at her, right at first, and though her eyes were on her sandals for the moment, she knew he hadn’t. He was only speaking to Safiya right then but once she did drag her eyes up to his face, she felt a sudden, abrupt surge of relief and confusion and grief. The harshness in his voice was new and she did not like it. So too were the tight lines of worry, but beneath those things, he still had a sweet look to him and she wanted to hug him but didn’t move to do so. It felt wrong to try and she folded her arms across her middle in a self hug.
She imagined the way he said her name wasn’t excited. It was all shock and his face was blatantly confused and a little clouded with emotions she couldn’t accurately read. So, she said the only articulate thing she could think of. “H-hi.” Then she gestured to Safiya, trying to get his attention back on the other girl.
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Safiya had wanted to find Sutekh, which was what Nenet had turned up for as well. She’d not seen her brother since that horrid night he was expelled from the house and had not had the courage to write to him, either. The other girl had offered to leave the two of them alone once they did find Sutekh and Nenet had shaken her head violently at that notion. No. She wanted Safiya there to ease the awkwardness of the situation. With Safiya there as a buffer, of sorts, Nenet could be spared the more probing, horrible questions Sutekh might have, such as why she hadn’t at least written and why she hadn’t simply risked their father’s anger to come see him. After all, what would their father do to her, really? The main problem was she didn’t have satisfactory answers to those questions. At first she was too shocked, then too much time had passed so she felt like a coward, then the cowardice compounded on itself and she felt like she’d let the opportunities slip away. Then she’d lied to herself by saying she’d find a better way to see him, only now he was ordered off to war and may not come back. It was now or never.
Her arm threaded through Safiya’s, the two of them made their way through the encampment towards the tent that Nenet guessed her brother to be in. Pharaoh and General Osorsen, as well as Kissan H’Haikaddad. There was absolutely no way under Ra’s sun that she was going to enter that tent and so she and Safiya paused a safe distance away. Nenet tried not to listen to what was being said but she definitely heard signs that the men were leaving the tent and half pulled Safiya with her, wanting the prettier girl to be the first one Sutekh saw. His reaction might not be kind if he saw his sister first. Though, she hated to think that. Sutekh had always been kind to her…
Whatever had happened in the tent, it made Sutekh barrel out of it and Nenet had to take a step back, her arm falling away from Safiya as she did so, trying to avoid her brother. He didn’t look at her, right at first, and though her eyes were on her sandals for the moment, she knew he hadn’t. He was only speaking to Safiya right then but once she did drag her eyes up to his face, she felt a sudden, abrupt surge of relief and confusion and grief. The harshness in his voice was new and she did not like it. So too were the tight lines of worry, but beneath those things, he still had a sweet look to him and she wanted to hug him but didn’t move to do so. It felt wrong to try and she folded her arms across her middle in a self hug.
She imagined the way he said her name wasn’t excited. It was all shock and his face was blatantly confused and a little clouded with emotions she couldn’t accurately read. So, she said the only articulate thing she could think of. “H-hi.” Then she gestured to Safiya, trying to get his attention back on the other girl.
Safiya had wanted to find Sutekh, which was what Nenet had turned up for as well. She’d not seen her brother since that horrid night he was expelled from the house and had not had the courage to write to him, either. The other girl had offered to leave the two of them alone once they did find Sutekh and Nenet had shaken her head violently at that notion. No. She wanted Safiya there to ease the awkwardness of the situation. With Safiya there as a buffer, of sorts, Nenet could be spared the more probing, horrible questions Sutekh might have, such as why she hadn’t at least written and why she hadn’t simply risked their father’s anger to come see him. After all, what would their father do to her, really? The main problem was she didn’t have satisfactory answers to those questions. At first she was too shocked, then too much time had passed so she felt like a coward, then the cowardice compounded on itself and she felt like she’d let the opportunities slip away. Then she’d lied to herself by saying she’d find a better way to see him, only now he was ordered off to war and may not come back. It was now or never.
Her arm threaded through Safiya’s, the two of them made their way through the encampment towards the tent that Nenet guessed her brother to be in. Pharaoh and General Osorsen, as well as Kissan H’Haikaddad. There was absolutely no way under Ra’s sun that she was going to enter that tent and so she and Safiya paused a safe distance away. Nenet tried not to listen to what was being said but she definitely heard signs that the men were leaving the tent and half pulled Safiya with her, wanting the prettier girl to be the first one Sutekh saw. His reaction might not be kind if he saw his sister first. Though, she hated to think that. Sutekh had always been kind to her…
Whatever had happened in the tent, it made Sutekh barrel out of it and Nenet had to take a step back, her arm falling away from Safiya as she did so, trying to avoid her brother. He didn’t look at her, right at first, and though her eyes were on her sandals for the moment, she knew he hadn’t. He was only speaking to Safiya right then but once she did drag her eyes up to his face, she felt a sudden, abrupt surge of relief and confusion and grief. The harshness in his voice was new and she did not like it. So too were the tight lines of worry, but beneath those things, he still had a sweet look to him and she wanted to hug him but didn’t move to do so. It felt wrong to try and she folded her arms across her middle in a self hug.
She imagined the way he said her name wasn’t excited. It was all shock and his face was blatantly confused and a little clouded with emotions she couldn’t accurately read. So, she said the only articulate thing she could think of. “H-hi.” Then she gestured to Safiya, trying to get his attention back on the other girl.
The last thing that she had wanted to be was for any of this to be awkward. In retrospect, that had been incredibly naive of her but then again Safiya might have expected that Nenet would have said something slightly more to say than a rather stilted and fragile seeming greeting.
"It's alright, I am not offended that you overlooked me. Especially as you named me right" something that not many people could accomplish and it secretly made her pleased and a little bit smug that he had been able to correctly name her out of the pair of them. Safiya was sure that it was a rather negligible kind of matter to be proud about but she couldn't change the way that she felt when someone managed to do that and in particular, someone she liked to spend time in the company of, like Sutekh.
Sutekh was a lot of fun to be around "Yes! Nenet and I wanted to see you both off and you are the first - I cannot say the best though, hmm? We do not want to have him marching off with a big head, do we Nenet?" she was hoping that the other woman would be able to feel some easing of her nervousness if she could take over the bulk of the talking and just ease that pressure that was so readily persistent once the first kiss of being nervous had happened. At least that was the way that it worked for her and while she was less sure about Nenet she decided that providing the same kind of help that she did for her sister would have to do for the time being.
"Are you all ready for battle then?" she asked, hoping to move the conversation forward at the same time as making sure that she attempted to link arms with Nenet and provide more physical comfort as well as support.
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The last thing that she had wanted to be was for any of this to be awkward. In retrospect, that had been incredibly naive of her but then again Safiya might have expected that Nenet would have said something slightly more to say than a rather stilted and fragile seeming greeting.
"It's alright, I am not offended that you overlooked me. Especially as you named me right" something that not many people could accomplish and it secretly made her pleased and a little bit smug that he had been able to correctly name her out of the pair of them. Safiya was sure that it was a rather negligible kind of matter to be proud about but she couldn't change the way that she felt when someone managed to do that and in particular, someone she liked to spend time in the company of, like Sutekh.
Sutekh was a lot of fun to be around "Yes! Nenet and I wanted to see you both off and you are the first - I cannot say the best though, hmm? We do not want to have him marching off with a big head, do we Nenet?" she was hoping that the other woman would be able to feel some easing of her nervousness if she could take over the bulk of the talking and just ease that pressure that was so readily persistent once the first kiss of being nervous had happened. At least that was the way that it worked for her and while she was less sure about Nenet she decided that providing the same kind of help that she did for her sister would have to do for the time being.
"Are you all ready for battle then?" she asked, hoping to move the conversation forward at the same time as making sure that she attempted to link arms with Nenet and provide more physical comfort as well as support.
The last thing that she had wanted to be was for any of this to be awkward. In retrospect, that had been incredibly naive of her but then again Safiya might have expected that Nenet would have said something slightly more to say than a rather stilted and fragile seeming greeting.
"It's alright, I am not offended that you overlooked me. Especially as you named me right" something that not many people could accomplish and it secretly made her pleased and a little bit smug that he had been able to correctly name her out of the pair of them. Safiya was sure that it was a rather negligible kind of matter to be proud about but she couldn't change the way that she felt when someone managed to do that and in particular, someone she liked to spend time in the company of, like Sutekh.
Sutekh was a lot of fun to be around "Yes! Nenet and I wanted to see you both off and you are the first - I cannot say the best though, hmm? We do not want to have him marching off with a big head, do we Nenet?" she was hoping that the other woman would be able to feel some easing of her nervousness if she could take over the bulk of the talking and just ease that pressure that was so readily persistent once the first kiss of being nervous had happened. At least that was the way that it worked for her and while she was less sure about Nenet she decided that providing the same kind of help that she did for her sister would have to do for the time being.
"Are you all ready for battle then?" she asked, hoping to move the conversation forward at the same time as making sure that she attempted to link arms with Nenet and provide more physical comfort as well as support.