Sameera was much less used to the Temple of Hathor than she was to other temples, but she found it beautiful nonetheless. Taking the vows to become a priestess would be something Sameera had definitely considered, though if she was going to become a priestess of anyone, it would be a priestess of Thoth, but she did still have a great respect for Hathor.

Sameera didn't want to offend anybody, after all.

That was the purpose of today, though, and Sameera was happy to go with Nenet and Safiya through the temple, to learn all about the workings of it. If nothing else, it might provide her an inspiration for her stories. Perhaps the priestesses of Hathor were offered some reading material that the rest of the population was not.

Though the sun was behind Sameera, she could see Nenet from a distance, which was possibly more luck than the H'Sheifa girl was having. Sameera followed the lead of her sister and waved as well, though she also stepped a little quickly, whatever the rules were on waving. Nenet and Safiya had waved, so she would as well.

Had Nenet been waiting a long time for them? Sameera hoped not. She did spend a little extra time picking out which linen dress she would be wearing. She did want to look her best when she was inside the temple, after all, and with Hathor being the goddess of taking pleasure in life, it made sense to wear the linen dress that Sameera liked the best.

"Indeed she is," Sameera grinned at her sister, then squeezed her hand. "Let's go see if we have what it takes to be priestesses." She was, at that point, rather ignorant of what exactly a priestess was supposed to do. There were some ceremonies she knew by heart, and some she would follow along, if she had to. For the most part her prayers came in flashes of inspiration, when she would kneel in the comfort of her own home. Did priestesses live here, in the temples, or did they have homes of their own?

It was something Sameera considered as she walked closer to Nenet. She wasn't sure if she would really want to move away from her home, even if it would be to serve a god or goddess faithfully. She had a great many questions for how a priestess lived, and she was hoping they would all be answered during this trip, so she could decide once and for all.

Of course, she wouldn't be a priestess unless her family all agreed that it was a good choice for her, and that included Safiya. As they came closer to Nenet, Sameera let her own smile grow wider. At some point today, she figured they would be misidentified, but that was fine by Sameera. She had grown used to it, much that it was expected.

"Nenet," Sameera's greeting was quiet, as the temple was a little intimidating. It was so nice, and Sameera had to imagine the goddess that it was dedicated to sitting somewhere, pleased that everyone who came would know of the temple's beauty.

Safiya saw her first and gave her a little wave and a smile. Sameera’s face dawned in recognition, too, and the Mirror Twins as Nenet called them in her mind approached with all the floating grace any woman of their station should have. She watched them flutter towards her, a small, unsure smile hovering on her own lips, and gave them the tiniest wave in greeting. She nodded her head a little in response to Sameera saying her name. If Nenet could get away with not speaking all day, she would definitely try. Her stutter would no doubt be horrendous for the first little bit of this trek.

They all turned to look at the temple and to observe its gorgeous vista. Nenet did not want to be a priestess of Hathor. She had nothing against the goddess at all, but she did not feel like it was a good fit. She was, however, eager to see how all this was done and as though summoned by their want, a priestess appeared. The priestess was as beautiful as Nenet felt they should be, which made her even more convinced that she, herself, wouldn’t be a great fit for this temple. Her face was alright, she supposed, but these women had curves and she was still so thin and small chested.

The priestess greeted the two Haikaddad girls by name and title but when she got to Nenet, who arched a brow in response, the priestess failed to remember. A sigh escaped Nenet’s nose. Of course. This was literally nothing new but it was annoying in any case. The Forgotten Sheifa reputation struck again. Nenet looked to her servant to speak for her and the man called, ”This is Lady Nenet Hei’Sheifa.” His duty done, the servant went back to looking unspeakably bored. Meanwhile, Nenet folded her arms delicately across her chest, not really impressed, thus far.

“Is there anything I can help you with today?” the priestess asked, not unkindly. Nenet glanced at her two companions, then said to Nafretiri, “W-w-w-w-we w-w-w-wan-n-t-t-ted-d t-t-to sssssseeeee wh-wh-wh-what-t iiit-tt it-t-t t-t-t-tak-kes-s t-t-t-to b-b-b-b-b-bee a p-pp-p-pprriesst-t-tesss.”

Her face was utter scarlet by the end. She’d had to bite down on some of the sounds to make sure they didn’t escape and she wanted to hide behind her hands but she merely hugged herself instead. Gods this was mortifying to have to speak to strangers. Nenet made sure not to look at anyone around her and her kohl lined gaze was on Nafretiri’s chin, rather than her eyes.

Sameera smiled softly and quietly at Nafretiri at the priestess' greeting. She was used to some recognition, but she frowned just a little at the slip-up on her friend Nenet's name. She did have a bit of that reputation, Sameera realized, but since she wouldn't forget Nenet she did have a tendency to forget the slip-ups in the minds of others when it came to her.

She considered adding something, but she was much more interested in noting the clothing of the Hathor priestess, if that was who she was. Sameera was quite fond of the kalasiris that she owned already, and she wondered if being a priestess and having the honor of serving one of the gods would grant the opportunity for more nice clothing or if what they wore was rough and scratchy. Recognizing that it would be rude to grab the fabric that Nafretiri wore and feel it in her hands as a way to check, Sameera held her hands by her side instead and felt the cloth of her own outfit.

Considering their options, Hathor was a good goddess to start with, and Sameera was certain that those called to her service would be polite if not kind, and so she didn't want to draw too much attention to the misremembering of Nenet. Thankfully, both a servant of Nenet's and Sameera's own twin sister spoke up. In her head, Sameera laughed, for Safiya had always had such a strong voice compared with her own. It was something she admired about her twin. She was glad that her sister was kind enough to add some compliments for their friend as well.

"Indeed she is!" Sameera repeated the words she had spoken to her sister earlier, now meant to sound cheerful to Nenet's ears, and reached out for Nenet's hand to give it a squeeze but found that she had them wrapped around herself instead. Oh, well. "But all of us do wish to learn more about priestesses, like Nenet said." Sameera couldn't take any credit for something she didn't do. After all, her friend was possibly much more involved in this idea than she was, and she didn't want to take that away from Nenet.

Sameera eyed the priestess and the temple, head already filled with ideas based off of what she had seen the priestesses doing earlier. How could she not be curious over what was a possibility for her future? Then again, if there was more need for her to be married, she might find herself bending to the will of her mother and uncle more strongly.

She would do anything to help her family out, no matter her own feelings on the subject. It was normal for girls like her to be married to men they hated, or maybe even just had a light dislike for, all for power. Sameera thought briefly of the Queen, blessed by Hathor with her round belly, and her marriage to the Pharaoh, and she was younger than all of them. She was the member of the ruling house, though, so it did not seem all that strange to Sameera.