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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…
And, it would turn out to be never. They did find the tent that Sutekh was in, but the guards shooed them away. Nenet frowned, her mouth taking on a bitter twist. The sun glared hot overhead and she lifted her arm, squinting up at the sky. So it was not to be, apparently.
“W-w-w-we t-t-t-t-tr-r-r-ried-d,” she stuttered to Safiya and gestured further along the soldier lines where they could go. Her family had a barge they’d used to travel up the Nile and there was shade and cushions there. More importantly, there were refreshments in the form of juice and bread. There were dates, too, of course, but Nenet didn’t want something so sticky sweet while it was so hot out.
“C-c-c-c-com-me t-t-tt-to m-m-my fffffam-mily’s-s b-b-barge.” Gods it was so embarrassing to talk. But she did want to know what Safiya’s interest in having seen Sutekh might have been. Did he have some sort of romance she wasn’t aware of? That stung a little. She should have known everything and she didn’t...
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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…
And, it would turn out to be never. They did find the tent that Sutekh was in, but the guards shooed them away. Nenet frowned, her mouth taking on a bitter twist. The sun glared hot overhead and she lifted her arm, squinting up at the sky. So it was not to be, apparently.
“W-w-w-we t-t-t-t-tr-r-r-ried-d,” she stuttered to Safiya and gestured further along the soldier lines where they could go. Her family had a barge they’d used to travel up the Nile and there was shade and cushions there. More importantly, there were refreshments in the form of juice and bread. There were dates, too, of course, but Nenet didn’t want something so sticky sweet while it was so hot out.
“C-c-c-c-com-me t-t-tt-to m-m-my fffffam-mily’s-s b-b-barge.” Gods it was so embarrassing to talk. But she did want to know what Safiya’s interest in having seen Sutekh might have been. Did he have some sort of romance she wasn’t aware of? That stung a little. She should have known everything and she didn’t...
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…
And, it would turn out to be never. They did find the tent that Sutekh was in, but the guards shooed them away. Nenet frowned, her mouth taking on a bitter twist. The sun glared hot overhead and she lifted her arm, squinting up at the sky. So it was not to be, apparently.
“W-w-w-we t-t-t-t-tr-r-r-ried-d,” she stuttered to Safiya and gestured further along the soldier lines where they could go. Her family had a barge they’d used to travel up the Nile and there was shade and cushions there. More importantly, there were refreshments in the form of juice and bread. There were dates, too, of course, but Nenet didn’t want something so sticky sweet while it was so hot out.
“C-c-c-c-com-me t-t-tt-to m-m-my fffffam-mily’s-s b-b-barge.” Gods it was so embarrassing to talk. But she did want to know what Safiya’s interest in having seen Sutekh might have been. Did he have some sort of romance she wasn’t aware of? That stung a little. She should have known everything and she didn’t...
She had never been good at tempering her own reactions to disappointments and that was ultimately what this was. Safiya wouldn't lay claim to the understanding that she liked Sutekh, because like was not love and she knew that was something that others would assume if she allowed that interest and her own emotions to override matters, such as her own good sense.
Which she did have, along with empathy. She had that as well.
Not that it would change how she reacted to Nenet and her initial suggestion "Are you really wanting to give up that easily? I am sure we can get past one lonely little guard... come on, we can do this Nenet - if you want to try? And it might actually even be fun?" as well as a wholly bad idea. Safiya was not really a skilled ruler breaker, she liked to skirt the edges of things, choosing to spend her time avoiding anything too grossly ill-advised and badly planned.
Of course, there was always the times when her normal ideal really and truly and very much absolutely didn't apply.
"One more time... come on, please?! Then we can go to your barge, I promise..." she even tried to flutter her eyebrows this time. Not that it was necessarily going to end up being a success or even that she wanted to be able to say it was a victory. This was actually more about removing the tension that seemed to be persisting around Nenet and just about any mention of Sutekh even the most casual one.
What was wrong with her friend?
Safiya wouldn't be so crass as to come out and say something bold and blunt about the subject but she was aware that something was going on. Only by remaining suitably patient would it end up being possible that she could work it out.
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She had never been good at tempering her own reactions to disappointments and that was ultimately what this was. Safiya wouldn't lay claim to the understanding that she liked Sutekh, because like was not love and she knew that was something that others would assume if she allowed that interest and her own emotions to override matters, such as her own good sense.
Which she did have, along with empathy. She had that as well.
Not that it would change how she reacted to Nenet and her initial suggestion "Are you really wanting to give up that easily? I am sure we can get past one lonely little guard... come on, we can do this Nenet - if you want to try? And it might actually even be fun?" as well as a wholly bad idea. Safiya was not really a skilled ruler breaker, she liked to skirt the edges of things, choosing to spend her time avoiding anything too grossly ill-advised and badly planned.
Of course, there was always the times when her normal ideal really and truly and very much absolutely didn't apply.
"One more time... come on, please?! Then we can go to your barge, I promise..." she even tried to flutter her eyebrows this time. Not that it was necessarily going to end up being a success or even that she wanted to be able to say it was a victory. This was actually more about removing the tension that seemed to be persisting around Nenet and just about any mention of Sutekh even the most casual one.
What was wrong with her friend?
Safiya wouldn't be so crass as to come out and say something bold and blunt about the subject but she was aware that something was going on. Only by remaining suitably patient would it end up being possible that she could work it out.
She had never been good at tempering her own reactions to disappointments and that was ultimately what this was. Safiya wouldn't lay claim to the understanding that she liked Sutekh, because like was not love and she knew that was something that others would assume if she allowed that interest and her own emotions to override matters, such as her own good sense.
Which she did have, along with empathy. She had that as well.
Not that it would change how she reacted to Nenet and her initial suggestion "Are you really wanting to give up that easily? I am sure we can get past one lonely little guard... come on, we can do this Nenet - if you want to try? And it might actually even be fun?" as well as a wholly bad idea. Safiya was not really a skilled ruler breaker, she liked to skirt the edges of things, choosing to spend her time avoiding anything too grossly ill-advised and badly planned.
Of course, there was always the times when her normal ideal really and truly and very much absolutely didn't apply.
"One more time... come on, please?! Then we can go to your barge, I promise..." she even tried to flutter her eyebrows this time. Not that it was necessarily going to end up being a success or even that she wanted to be able to say it was a victory. This was actually more about removing the tension that seemed to be persisting around Nenet and just about any mention of Sutekh even the most casual one.
What was wrong with her friend?
Safiya wouldn't be so crass as to come out and say something bold and blunt about the subject but she was aware that something was going on. Only by remaining suitably patient would it end up being possible that she could work it out.
She’d hoped that Safiya would come quietly but why she’d hoped that, she didn’t know. All she knew was that Safiya seemed to draw herself up a bit and say “Are you really wanting to give up that easily?” Nenet glanced to the side, eyeing the soldiers and the tent and said, as eloquently as one ever can - “Uh…” and pink blossomed in her cheeks because she realized that Safiya had no such intentions of giving up.
”I am sure we can get past one lonely little guard... come on, we can do this Nenet - if you want to try? And it might actually even be fun?” Fun...Fun was reading trashy romance novels on her balcony with a bowl of honeyed figs to pick through and a cool cup of spiked juice to sip. Her eyes wandered to the tent. Suppose they did get past the guard and his khopesh? Suppose they did burst in there...what then?? What if it wasn’t Just Sutekh in there? What if it was his majesty and others? She did not think that generals would appreciate or tolerate two young women clutching each other and begging to see someone in the midst of their war council.
Nenet did not answer this for a long time. Long enough for Safiya to plead again. “One more time... come on, please?! Then we can go to your barge, I promise...” A little sound whined in the back of Nenet’s throat. Safiya waggled her brows and it broke the tension enough for Nenet to roll her eyes and throw back her head, face tipped up to the sky, and groaned.
“Ok-k-k-k-ayyyy,” she groaned again and held out her hand for Safiya to take. She did want to be dragged into this. Literally. Tugged like a little boat towards the tent. Though, how Safiya planned to get around the guards, she did not know, because they were still most definitely there and she stutteringly pointed this out, at last. “H-h-how-w d-d-d-d-d-do w-w-w-w-w-w-w-we g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get-t-t-t a-ar-r-r-r-r-r-roun-n-n-nd-d-d-d-d th-th-the g-g-g-g-g-g--g--g--g--g--g-g-g--g--g-guar-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-s?”
Now that she looked at the curved Khopesh gripped in the guard’s fist, she realized she’d never noticed how shiny or sharp the weapons were. They could rip someone open with ease and were designed for maximum pain and damage. Did Safiya think that the guards would hesitate to use those if they were perceived to endanger the pharaoh?
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She’d hoped that Safiya would come quietly but why she’d hoped that, she didn’t know. All she knew was that Safiya seemed to draw herself up a bit and say “Are you really wanting to give up that easily?” Nenet glanced to the side, eyeing the soldiers and the tent and said, as eloquently as one ever can - “Uh…” and pink blossomed in her cheeks because she realized that Safiya had no such intentions of giving up.
”I am sure we can get past one lonely little guard... come on, we can do this Nenet - if you want to try? And it might actually even be fun?” Fun...Fun was reading trashy romance novels on her balcony with a bowl of honeyed figs to pick through and a cool cup of spiked juice to sip. Her eyes wandered to the tent. Suppose they did get past the guard and his khopesh? Suppose they did burst in there...what then?? What if it wasn’t Just Sutekh in there? What if it was his majesty and others? She did not think that generals would appreciate or tolerate two young women clutching each other and begging to see someone in the midst of their war council.
Nenet did not answer this for a long time. Long enough for Safiya to plead again. “One more time... come on, please?! Then we can go to your barge, I promise...” A little sound whined in the back of Nenet’s throat. Safiya waggled her brows and it broke the tension enough for Nenet to roll her eyes and throw back her head, face tipped up to the sky, and groaned.
“Ok-k-k-k-ayyyy,” she groaned again and held out her hand for Safiya to take. She did want to be dragged into this. Literally. Tugged like a little boat towards the tent. Though, how Safiya planned to get around the guards, she did not know, because they were still most definitely there and she stutteringly pointed this out, at last. “H-h-how-w d-d-d-d-d-do w-w-w-w-w-w-w-we g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get-t-t-t a-ar-r-r-r-r-r-roun-n-n-nd-d-d-d-d th-th-the g-g-g-g-g-g--g--g--g--g--g-g-g--g--g-guar-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-s?”
Now that she looked at the curved Khopesh gripped in the guard’s fist, she realized she’d never noticed how shiny or sharp the weapons were. They could rip someone open with ease and were designed for maximum pain and damage. Did Safiya think that the guards would hesitate to use those if they were perceived to endanger the pharaoh?
She’d hoped that Safiya would come quietly but why she’d hoped that, she didn’t know. All she knew was that Safiya seemed to draw herself up a bit and say “Are you really wanting to give up that easily?” Nenet glanced to the side, eyeing the soldiers and the tent and said, as eloquently as one ever can - “Uh…” and pink blossomed in her cheeks because she realized that Safiya had no such intentions of giving up.
”I am sure we can get past one lonely little guard... come on, we can do this Nenet - if you want to try? And it might actually even be fun?” Fun...Fun was reading trashy romance novels on her balcony with a bowl of honeyed figs to pick through and a cool cup of spiked juice to sip. Her eyes wandered to the tent. Suppose they did get past the guard and his khopesh? Suppose they did burst in there...what then?? What if it wasn’t Just Sutekh in there? What if it was his majesty and others? She did not think that generals would appreciate or tolerate two young women clutching each other and begging to see someone in the midst of their war council.
Nenet did not answer this for a long time. Long enough for Safiya to plead again. “One more time... come on, please?! Then we can go to your barge, I promise...” A little sound whined in the back of Nenet’s throat. Safiya waggled her brows and it broke the tension enough for Nenet to roll her eyes and throw back her head, face tipped up to the sky, and groaned.
“Ok-k-k-k-ayyyy,” she groaned again and held out her hand for Safiya to take. She did want to be dragged into this. Literally. Tugged like a little boat towards the tent. Though, how Safiya planned to get around the guards, she did not know, because they were still most definitely there and she stutteringly pointed this out, at last. “H-h-how-w d-d-d-d-d-do w-w-w-w-w-w-w-we g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get-t-t-t a-ar-r-r-r-r-r-roun-n-n-nd-d-d-d-d th-th-the g-g-g-g-g-g--g--g--g--g--g-g-g--g--g-guar-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-s?”
Now that she looked at the curved Khopesh gripped in the guard’s fist, she realized she’d never noticed how shiny or sharp the weapons were. They could rip someone open with ease and were designed for maximum pain and damage. Did Safiya think that the guards would hesitate to use those if they were perceived to endanger the pharaoh?