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Apep was in a mood today. The snake couldn’t talk, it couldn’t directly tell Kesi what was wrong, but she could tell he was in a mood. He still performed- and did everything right to make sure that Kesi didn’t want to kill him, but he wasn’t… himself. When he looked at Kesi’s eyes she could practically hear her snake’s thoughts. I don’t want to be here. He wasn’t shy by any means, but something about today put the snake on edge. Something was different about today.
There was perhaps some irony in the fact that the woman who could not understand her own emotions, let alone other humans, knew her snake’s innermost thoughts. Kesi was a conundrum; a representation of the chaos that she worshiped and the entropy that brought her into the world. While she was a very emotive creature, logic and understanding behind those emotions alluded her. But with snakes, Kesi understood everything. It was the only thing in life that was clear and with no doubts.
And it was this bond between the snake and the charmer that led to this hypnotic performance. The crowd melted away, onlookers vanished, everything was gone except Apep and Kesi. Her song played from her pungi, her bare feet moving with feather-light footsteps. No words were exchanged, but a conversation was being had. You can do this, Apep. You can. And Apep stared back, swaying as the pungi did, obediently listening, performing his own dance for the crowd. Good, Apep. Good.
Kesi was a passionate woman. She was excitable, she was… obsessive. But her relationship with her snakes were pure. While the girl certainly had no understanding of what true friendship was- the bond between her and her snakes was the closest she would get. And thus it was when she was with them did her mind finally slow. The constant sparks of thoughts flashing, distracting her, would dim and she could just… be.
You’re upset, Apep? Why are you upset? This was a different day. This was an unusual day. Her snake knew it. Kesi would trust Apep’s instincts with her life. Something was… off. Was it an event yet to occur? Was it a person within the crowd? What did Apep know that Kesi did not? What did he… sense?
Of course, this could be mad ramblings of an insane girl, but Kesi truly believed something was different about this day. And so when she smiled and bowed at the end of her performance when she arose her eyes glinted and scanned the people around her. Was there a snake amongst the crowd? Kesi should warn them, she was far more venomous than she appeared.
Another bow from the tattooed and painted charmer, and a polite encouragement for the crowd to continue to look at the other marvels the circus had in store. Dark eyes returned to Apep, and she crouched down to allow the snake to coil around her neck and arm as she cleaned up from her act. Chaos would come, she just had to wait.
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Apep was in a mood today. The snake couldn’t talk, it couldn’t directly tell Kesi what was wrong, but she could tell he was in a mood. He still performed- and did everything right to make sure that Kesi didn’t want to kill him, but he wasn’t… himself. When he looked at Kesi’s eyes she could practically hear her snake’s thoughts. I don’t want to be here. He wasn’t shy by any means, but something about today put the snake on edge. Something was different about today.
There was perhaps some irony in the fact that the woman who could not understand her own emotions, let alone other humans, knew her snake’s innermost thoughts. Kesi was a conundrum; a representation of the chaos that she worshiped and the entropy that brought her into the world. While she was a very emotive creature, logic and understanding behind those emotions alluded her. But with snakes, Kesi understood everything. It was the only thing in life that was clear and with no doubts.
And it was this bond between the snake and the charmer that led to this hypnotic performance. The crowd melted away, onlookers vanished, everything was gone except Apep and Kesi. Her song played from her pungi, her bare feet moving with feather-light footsteps. No words were exchanged, but a conversation was being had. You can do this, Apep. You can. And Apep stared back, swaying as the pungi did, obediently listening, performing his own dance for the crowd. Good, Apep. Good.
Kesi was a passionate woman. She was excitable, she was… obsessive. But her relationship with her snakes were pure. While the girl certainly had no understanding of what true friendship was- the bond between her and her snakes was the closest she would get. And thus it was when she was with them did her mind finally slow. The constant sparks of thoughts flashing, distracting her, would dim and she could just… be.
You’re upset, Apep? Why are you upset? This was a different day. This was an unusual day. Her snake knew it. Kesi would trust Apep’s instincts with her life. Something was… off. Was it an event yet to occur? Was it a person within the crowd? What did Apep know that Kesi did not? What did he… sense?
Of course, this could be mad ramblings of an insane girl, but Kesi truly believed something was different about this day. And so when she smiled and bowed at the end of her performance when she arose her eyes glinted and scanned the people around her. Was there a snake amongst the crowd? Kesi should warn them, she was far more venomous than she appeared.
Another bow from the tattooed and painted charmer, and a polite encouragement for the crowd to continue to look at the other marvels the circus had in store. Dark eyes returned to Apep, and she crouched down to allow the snake to coil around her neck and arm as she cleaned up from her act. Chaos would come, she just had to wait.
Apep was in a mood today. The snake couldn’t talk, it couldn’t directly tell Kesi what was wrong, but she could tell he was in a mood. He still performed- and did everything right to make sure that Kesi didn’t want to kill him, but he wasn’t… himself. When he looked at Kesi’s eyes she could practically hear her snake’s thoughts. I don’t want to be here. He wasn’t shy by any means, but something about today put the snake on edge. Something was different about today.
There was perhaps some irony in the fact that the woman who could not understand her own emotions, let alone other humans, knew her snake’s innermost thoughts. Kesi was a conundrum; a representation of the chaos that she worshiped and the entropy that brought her into the world. While she was a very emotive creature, logic and understanding behind those emotions alluded her. But with snakes, Kesi understood everything. It was the only thing in life that was clear and with no doubts.
And it was this bond between the snake and the charmer that led to this hypnotic performance. The crowd melted away, onlookers vanished, everything was gone except Apep and Kesi. Her song played from her pungi, her bare feet moving with feather-light footsteps. No words were exchanged, but a conversation was being had. You can do this, Apep. You can. And Apep stared back, swaying as the pungi did, obediently listening, performing his own dance for the crowd. Good, Apep. Good.
Kesi was a passionate woman. She was excitable, she was… obsessive. But her relationship with her snakes were pure. While the girl certainly had no understanding of what true friendship was- the bond between her and her snakes was the closest she would get. And thus it was when she was with them did her mind finally slow. The constant sparks of thoughts flashing, distracting her, would dim and she could just… be.
You’re upset, Apep? Why are you upset? This was a different day. This was an unusual day. Her snake knew it. Kesi would trust Apep’s instincts with her life. Something was… off. Was it an event yet to occur? Was it a person within the crowd? What did Apep know that Kesi did not? What did he… sense?
Of course, this could be mad ramblings of an insane girl, but Kesi truly believed something was different about this day. And so when she smiled and bowed at the end of her performance when she arose her eyes glinted and scanned the people around her. Was there a snake amongst the crowd? Kesi should warn them, she was far more venomous than she appeared.
Another bow from the tattooed and painted charmer, and a polite encouragement for the crowd to continue to look at the other marvels the circus had in store. Dark eyes returned to Apep, and she crouched down to allow the snake to coil around her neck and arm as she cleaned up from her act. Chaos would come, she just had to wait.
Nestled amongst the many faces of the crowd stood a woman so short, she was hardly even visible save for the glint of gold and rubies that hung from her body. Using her petite stature to her advantage, she meandered nearer until she found a vantage among the onlookers that suited her better. From there, she watched as the snake and its charmer performed. Snakes were beautiful creatures, and though Nefertaari kept none of her own, it was not uncommon for her to linger around the performances. Perhaps she felt an affinity for them, though she was not sure she considered herself to be one of their ilk.
As the show came to an end, the crowd’s attention shifted elsewhere at Kesi’s urging, Nefertaari lingered. Her dark gaze remained on Apep, only moving to Kesi when the snake coiled around her throat a moment later. The noblewoman’s tongue swept over her lips, moistening the painted tiers of flesh thoughtfully. By the time she was the only one remaining, Nefertaari decided to approach.
”What is it like, communicating with serpents?” Nefertaari asked curiously, her stare meeting the charmer’s. Her fingers intertwined with one another as they clasped in front of her. She wasn’t the time to make decisions on a whim, and perhaps it was the consideration that she might could do with a snake that led her to the circus this night. After all, who better to ask questions about snakes than someone whose livelihood appeared to depend on one?
Her weight shifted to favor her right leg, arms rising to cross her torso beneath her breasts. Nefertaari bore no intentions to leave without her queries answered, and so she sought a more comfortable way to effectively pester Kesi.
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Nestled amongst the many faces of the crowd stood a woman so short, she was hardly even visible save for the glint of gold and rubies that hung from her body. Using her petite stature to her advantage, she meandered nearer until she found a vantage among the onlookers that suited her better. From there, she watched as the snake and its charmer performed. Snakes were beautiful creatures, and though Nefertaari kept none of her own, it was not uncommon for her to linger around the performances. Perhaps she felt an affinity for them, though she was not sure she considered herself to be one of their ilk.
As the show came to an end, the crowd’s attention shifted elsewhere at Kesi’s urging, Nefertaari lingered. Her dark gaze remained on Apep, only moving to Kesi when the snake coiled around her throat a moment later. The noblewoman’s tongue swept over her lips, moistening the painted tiers of flesh thoughtfully. By the time she was the only one remaining, Nefertaari decided to approach.
”What is it like, communicating with serpents?” Nefertaari asked curiously, her stare meeting the charmer’s. Her fingers intertwined with one another as they clasped in front of her. She wasn’t the time to make decisions on a whim, and perhaps it was the consideration that she might could do with a snake that led her to the circus this night. After all, who better to ask questions about snakes than someone whose livelihood appeared to depend on one?
Her weight shifted to favor her right leg, arms rising to cross her torso beneath her breasts. Nefertaari bore no intentions to leave without her queries answered, and so she sought a more comfortable way to effectively pester Kesi.
Nestled amongst the many faces of the crowd stood a woman so short, she was hardly even visible save for the glint of gold and rubies that hung from her body. Using her petite stature to her advantage, she meandered nearer until she found a vantage among the onlookers that suited her better. From there, she watched as the snake and its charmer performed. Snakes were beautiful creatures, and though Nefertaari kept none of her own, it was not uncommon for her to linger around the performances. Perhaps she felt an affinity for them, though she was not sure she considered herself to be one of their ilk.
As the show came to an end, the crowd’s attention shifted elsewhere at Kesi’s urging, Nefertaari lingered. Her dark gaze remained on Apep, only moving to Kesi when the snake coiled around her throat a moment later. The noblewoman’s tongue swept over her lips, moistening the painted tiers of flesh thoughtfully. By the time she was the only one remaining, Nefertaari decided to approach.
”What is it like, communicating with serpents?” Nefertaari asked curiously, her stare meeting the charmer’s. Her fingers intertwined with one another as they clasped in front of her. She wasn’t the time to make decisions on a whim, and perhaps it was the consideration that she might could do with a snake that led her to the circus this night. After all, who better to ask questions about snakes than someone whose livelihood appeared to depend on one?
Her weight shifted to favor her right leg, arms rising to cross her torso beneath her breasts. Nefertaari bore no intentions to leave without her queries answered, and so she sought a more comfortable way to effectively pester Kesi.
It is rare for Kesi to meet a woman shorter than her. That was the first thing the snake charmer noticed. And perhaps that would have put the girl at ease, was it not for the fact that Kesi was capable of so much despite her size. Is this what’s bothering you, Apep? Kesi wondered as she looked at the girl.
She was dress quite fancily. She looked like one of the sponsors Nem would want to talk to. In fact, was she here for her brother? Was she a danger to him? Kesi wore a smile, feeling as Apep shifted to coil his tail around Kesi’s bare breast. His tongue flicked twice. Patience, Apep. She wanted to say. Instead, the woman talked.
What is it like communicating with seperants?
“What is it like communicating with humans?” Kesi answered in response. What kind of question was that? Was she searching for something more? Was Kesi to answer it as empowering? She didn’t draw power from the snakes. They communicated like she would with anyone else. They had a mutual understanding. They had a relationship. Sometimes they would fight, and like humans Kesi would kill them. But sometimes they had a pouring of love to one another. She cherished her snakes until they were no longer required.
The girl had shifted her weight and crossed her arms as if she were demanding an answer from the charmer. Kesi didn’t know how to take this interaction. Her question was innocent enough, and while Kesi found it to be utterly stupid, it wasn’t rude by any means. Kesi wouldn’t call this girl a bully just yet. But her stance was very bully like. Kesi didn’t really understand how to communicate well, so maybe she was overreading the situation. Maybe this… was fine.
Kesi brought a finger up to pet the tip of her snake’s head. Twice more his tongue flicked out, but never did he move to strike. He was smart, smarter than the rest of her snakes. He would not kill if Kesi did not want him to. If he did, he’d find a rock crushing his head, a quick merciful death. The girl, however, wouldn’t be so fortunate. It wouldn’t be quick.
Kesi tilted her head at her, her dark brown eyes wide with innocence she so typically dawned. “I see you enjoyed my show.” She supplied to the woman. “Apep here noticed. He’s very excited to meet someone new.” Kesi lied quite smoothly.
She took a moment to examine her again. As mentioned, she was dressed quite nicely. Wealth seemed to exude from her. Was she of one of the Hei? Perhaps she was a merchant’s daughter or wife. But once more, Kesi would question why she was talking directly to her. She would expect her brother to be the one of interest. He dealt with most business matters when it came to the circus. Though… that was rather presumptuous of Kesi to assume that was the reason she was drawn here. Perhaps… all she wanted to see was a good show.
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It is rare for Kesi to meet a woman shorter than her. That was the first thing the snake charmer noticed. And perhaps that would have put the girl at ease, was it not for the fact that Kesi was capable of so much despite her size. Is this what’s bothering you, Apep? Kesi wondered as she looked at the girl.
She was dress quite fancily. She looked like one of the sponsors Nem would want to talk to. In fact, was she here for her brother? Was she a danger to him? Kesi wore a smile, feeling as Apep shifted to coil his tail around Kesi’s bare breast. His tongue flicked twice. Patience, Apep. She wanted to say. Instead, the woman talked.
What is it like communicating with seperants?
“What is it like communicating with humans?” Kesi answered in response. What kind of question was that? Was she searching for something more? Was Kesi to answer it as empowering? She didn’t draw power from the snakes. They communicated like she would with anyone else. They had a mutual understanding. They had a relationship. Sometimes they would fight, and like humans Kesi would kill them. But sometimes they had a pouring of love to one another. She cherished her snakes until they were no longer required.
The girl had shifted her weight and crossed her arms as if she were demanding an answer from the charmer. Kesi didn’t know how to take this interaction. Her question was innocent enough, and while Kesi found it to be utterly stupid, it wasn’t rude by any means. Kesi wouldn’t call this girl a bully just yet. But her stance was very bully like. Kesi didn’t really understand how to communicate well, so maybe she was overreading the situation. Maybe this… was fine.
Kesi brought a finger up to pet the tip of her snake’s head. Twice more his tongue flicked out, but never did he move to strike. He was smart, smarter than the rest of her snakes. He would not kill if Kesi did not want him to. If he did, he’d find a rock crushing his head, a quick merciful death. The girl, however, wouldn’t be so fortunate. It wouldn’t be quick.
Kesi tilted her head at her, her dark brown eyes wide with innocence she so typically dawned. “I see you enjoyed my show.” She supplied to the woman. “Apep here noticed. He’s very excited to meet someone new.” Kesi lied quite smoothly.
She took a moment to examine her again. As mentioned, she was dressed quite nicely. Wealth seemed to exude from her. Was she of one of the Hei? Perhaps she was a merchant’s daughter or wife. But once more, Kesi would question why she was talking directly to her. She would expect her brother to be the one of interest. He dealt with most business matters when it came to the circus. Though… that was rather presumptuous of Kesi to assume that was the reason she was drawn here. Perhaps… all she wanted to see was a good show.
It is rare for Kesi to meet a woman shorter than her. That was the first thing the snake charmer noticed. And perhaps that would have put the girl at ease, was it not for the fact that Kesi was capable of so much despite her size. Is this what’s bothering you, Apep? Kesi wondered as she looked at the girl.
She was dress quite fancily. She looked like one of the sponsors Nem would want to talk to. In fact, was she here for her brother? Was she a danger to him? Kesi wore a smile, feeling as Apep shifted to coil his tail around Kesi’s bare breast. His tongue flicked twice. Patience, Apep. She wanted to say. Instead, the woman talked.
What is it like communicating with seperants?
“What is it like communicating with humans?” Kesi answered in response. What kind of question was that? Was she searching for something more? Was Kesi to answer it as empowering? She didn’t draw power from the snakes. They communicated like she would with anyone else. They had a mutual understanding. They had a relationship. Sometimes they would fight, and like humans Kesi would kill them. But sometimes they had a pouring of love to one another. She cherished her snakes until they were no longer required.
The girl had shifted her weight and crossed her arms as if she were demanding an answer from the charmer. Kesi didn’t know how to take this interaction. Her question was innocent enough, and while Kesi found it to be utterly stupid, it wasn’t rude by any means. Kesi wouldn’t call this girl a bully just yet. But her stance was very bully like. Kesi didn’t really understand how to communicate well, so maybe she was overreading the situation. Maybe this… was fine.
Kesi brought a finger up to pet the tip of her snake’s head. Twice more his tongue flicked out, but never did he move to strike. He was smart, smarter than the rest of her snakes. He would not kill if Kesi did not want him to. If he did, he’d find a rock crushing his head, a quick merciful death. The girl, however, wouldn’t be so fortunate. It wouldn’t be quick.
Kesi tilted her head at her, her dark brown eyes wide with innocence she so typically dawned. “I see you enjoyed my show.” She supplied to the woman. “Apep here noticed. He’s very excited to meet someone new.” Kesi lied quite smoothly.
She took a moment to examine her again. As mentioned, she was dressed quite nicely. Wealth seemed to exude from her. Was she of one of the Hei? Perhaps she was a merchant’s daughter or wife. But once more, Kesi would question why she was talking directly to her. She would expect her brother to be the one of interest. He dealt with most business matters when it came to the circus. Though… that was rather presumptuous of Kesi to assume that was the reason she was drawn here. Perhaps… all she wanted to see was a good show.
“Dreadful, but I think we both know that already,” Nefertaari replied smartly, the corners of her mouth turned upward. For a moment, she met the woman’s gaze before focusing her attention on Apep once more.
When one’s profession comprised of trade, one learned to read those they interacted with. Though Kesi’s words were convincing, the snake’s body language told another tale altogether. Her features softened with amusement, a soft laugh lightening the surrounding air. The stance was a façade, and if it appeared imposing, then it was one of the woman’s few successful attempts at intimidation. In truth, Nefertaari was little more than a beautifully made up doll.
Despite what she might think of people, Nefertaari, was not unlike a snake charmer in ways. Her only fucus was ensuring she was liked among Egypt’s nobility. Part of her wanted to step nearer, but at the same time Nefertaari was afraid to: behind that tough exterior was something soft that no one truly knew.
“But perhaps he will come to feel that way,” the woman mused. “Or maybe he won’t. An apt name for such a lovely creature. Do you have more like him?”
Nefertaari appeared to have a genuine interest in the snake, and her eyes glittered with barely contained curiosity. She’d always admired the scaly creatures from afar, too afraid of being bitten. Her arms dropped, weight shifting once more.
“I do not ask in jest, or to bother you. I’ve considered acquiring a few myself, however I am concerned for their well-being. Perhaps you might know where I could find assistance with that problem? My siblings like to leave toads in my bed. Perhaps they’d reconsider such childish pranks were I to have a snake around.”
The noblewoman stopped babbling suddenly, realizing that she was rambling. Oh, how nice it was to interact with someone that wasn’t family! Even if it was a snake charmer on the streets of Cairo. It occurred to her that perhaps inviting a stranger to dinner might provide her with enough entertainment to get through the day.
“If Apep will allow it, perhaps we could palaver over a meal and drink,” Nefertaari offered.
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“Dreadful, but I think we both know that already,” Nefertaari replied smartly, the corners of her mouth turned upward. For a moment, she met the woman’s gaze before focusing her attention on Apep once more.
When one’s profession comprised of trade, one learned to read those they interacted with. Though Kesi’s words were convincing, the snake’s body language told another tale altogether. Her features softened with amusement, a soft laugh lightening the surrounding air. The stance was a façade, and if it appeared imposing, then it was one of the woman’s few successful attempts at intimidation. In truth, Nefertaari was little more than a beautifully made up doll.
Despite what she might think of people, Nefertaari, was not unlike a snake charmer in ways. Her only fucus was ensuring she was liked among Egypt’s nobility. Part of her wanted to step nearer, but at the same time Nefertaari was afraid to: behind that tough exterior was something soft that no one truly knew.
“But perhaps he will come to feel that way,” the woman mused. “Or maybe he won’t. An apt name for such a lovely creature. Do you have more like him?”
Nefertaari appeared to have a genuine interest in the snake, and her eyes glittered with barely contained curiosity. She’d always admired the scaly creatures from afar, too afraid of being bitten. Her arms dropped, weight shifting once more.
“I do not ask in jest, or to bother you. I’ve considered acquiring a few myself, however I am concerned for their well-being. Perhaps you might know where I could find assistance with that problem? My siblings like to leave toads in my bed. Perhaps they’d reconsider such childish pranks were I to have a snake around.”
The noblewoman stopped babbling suddenly, realizing that she was rambling. Oh, how nice it was to interact with someone that wasn’t family! Even if it was a snake charmer on the streets of Cairo. It occurred to her that perhaps inviting a stranger to dinner might provide her with enough entertainment to get through the day.
“If Apep will allow it, perhaps we could palaver over a meal and drink,” Nefertaari offered.
“Dreadful, but I think we both know that already,” Nefertaari replied smartly, the corners of her mouth turned upward. For a moment, she met the woman’s gaze before focusing her attention on Apep once more.
When one’s profession comprised of trade, one learned to read those they interacted with. Though Kesi’s words were convincing, the snake’s body language told another tale altogether. Her features softened with amusement, a soft laugh lightening the surrounding air. The stance was a façade, and if it appeared imposing, then it was one of the woman’s few successful attempts at intimidation. In truth, Nefertaari was little more than a beautifully made up doll.
Despite what she might think of people, Nefertaari, was not unlike a snake charmer in ways. Her only fucus was ensuring she was liked among Egypt’s nobility. Part of her wanted to step nearer, but at the same time Nefertaari was afraid to: behind that tough exterior was something soft that no one truly knew.
“But perhaps he will come to feel that way,” the woman mused. “Or maybe he won’t. An apt name for such a lovely creature. Do you have more like him?”
Nefertaari appeared to have a genuine interest in the snake, and her eyes glittered with barely contained curiosity. She’d always admired the scaly creatures from afar, too afraid of being bitten. Her arms dropped, weight shifting once more.
“I do not ask in jest, or to bother you. I’ve considered acquiring a few myself, however I am concerned for their well-being. Perhaps you might know where I could find assistance with that problem? My siblings like to leave toads in my bed. Perhaps they’d reconsider such childish pranks were I to have a snake around.”
The noblewoman stopped babbling suddenly, realizing that she was rambling. Oh, how nice it was to interact with someone that wasn’t family! Even if it was a snake charmer on the streets of Cairo. It occurred to her that perhaps inviting a stranger to dinner might provide her with enough entertainment to get through the day.
“If Apep will allow it, perhaps we could palaver over a meal and drink,” Nefertaari offered.
Dreadful, but I think we both know that alread. Kesi couldn’t help but giggle at that response. It really was dreadful. It was horrible! It was torture. This woman knew. Or was it everyone knew and shared that sentiment, but they didn’t usually voice it? Was the whole world keeping a secret? That wasn’t nice of the whole world.
“I don’t have any snake like Apep. He’s special. He’s my favorite.” Until she kills him and replaces him. “But I do have other well-trained snakes. And scorpions. And spiders.” Though she wouldn’t necessarily call the latter trained. They were used purely for the venom they contained so that Kesi could make them into poisons to sell.
Her arms dropped and her stanced seemed more relaxed. Apep, too, seemed to relax, resting on the charmer though his eyes never left the girl in front of them. I’ve considered acquiring a few myself… Kesi tried not to frown. She didn’t like other people having snakes. Most people didn’t take care of them. They didn’t trust snakes. They were afraid of snakes. however I am concerned for their well-being.
That was probably the best, and only way, you could ever phrase that to the snake charmer. Immediately Kesi’s entire perspective changed about the girl. She cares about snakes. That made her better than a lot of people in her eyes, and much more willing to help her.
My siblings like to leave toads in my bed. Kesi gasped. “Your siblings sound like bullies!” She hated bullies! They were the worst! They deserved to die! Nem would never put toads in Kesi’s bed because her brother wasn’t a bully. He was perfect in every way and nothing like this stranger’s siblings. If a snake would help her, Kesi would make sure she’d have a snake that would bite her siblings if they even thought to approach her bed. They would die a horrible and painful death and Kesi would be oh so happy. The world needs fewer bullies. She was just doing her part.
It didn’t much matter whether or not Apep allowed it, he was trained enough to follow Kesi on what she wanted to do. Otherwise, then the show wouldn’t have gone on! Kesi opened her mouth to tell her that, assuming that stranger just thought that Kesi hadn’t trained him so well, and then she realized… Oh! She’s being polite! For once Kesi understood a nuance about the human language! She didn’t take something literal! A bright and happy smile replaced the girl’s face, and any suspicion she had of the woman instantly vanished. She was good, Kesi deemed. Apep was just being over sensitive.
“I think that would be fine!” Kesi said brightly before looking down at herself and frowning. She was just performing, thus she still had the circus paints all over her bare chest and face, swirling like a storm, the chaos of the Tempest. “Though… I think I should get this off don’t you?”
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Dreadful, but I think we both know that alread. Kesi couldn’t help but giggle at that response. It really was dreadful. It was horrible! It was torture. This woman knew. Or was it everyone knew and shared that sentiment, but they didn’t usually voice it? Was the whole world keeping a secret? That wasn’t nice of the whole world.
“I don’t have any snake like Apep. He’s special. He’s my favorite.” Until she kills him and replaces him. “But I do have other well-trained snakes. And scorpions. And spiders.” Though she wouldn’t necessarily call the latter trained. They were used purely for the venom they contained so that Kesi could make them into poisons to sell.
Her arms dropped and her stanced seemed more relaxed. Apep, too, seemed to relax, resting on the charmer though his eyes never left the girl in front of them. I’ve considered acquiring a few myself… Kesi tried not to frown. She didn’t like other people having snakes. Most people didn’t take care of them. They didn’t trust snakes. They were afraid of snakes. however I am concerned for their well-being.
That was probably the best, and only way, you could ever phrase that to the snake charmer. Immediately Kesi’s entire perspective changed about the girl. She cares about snakes. That made her better than a lot of people in her eyes, and much more willing to help her.
My siblings like to leave toads in my bed. Kesi gasped. “Your siblings sound like bullies!” She hated bullies! They were the worst! They deserved to die! Nem would never put toads in Kesi’s bed because her brother wasn’t a bully. He was perfect in every way and nothing like this stranger’s siblings. If a snake would help her, Kesi would make sure she’d have a snake that would bite her siblings if they even thought to approach her bed. They would die a horrible and painful death and Kesi would be oh so happy. The world needs fewer bullies. She was just doing her part.
It didn’t much matter whether or not Apep allowed it, he was trained enough to follow Kesi on what she wanted to do. Otherwise, then the show wouldn’t have gone on! Kesi opened her mouth to tell her that, assuming that stranger just thought that Kesi hadn’t trained him so well, and then she realized… Oh! She’s being polite! For once Kesi understood a nuance about the human language! She didn’t take something literal! A bright and happy smile replaced the girl’s face, and any suspicion she had of the woman instantly vanished. She was good, Kesi deemed. Apep was just being over sensitive.
“I think that would be fine!” Kesi said brightly before looking down at herself and frowning. She was just performing, thus she still had the circus paints all over her bare chest and face, swirling like a storm, the chaos of the Tempest. “Though… I think I should get this off don’t you?”
Dreadful, but I think we both know that alread. Kesi couldn’t help but giggle at that response. It really was dreadful. It was horrible! It was torture. This woman knew. Or was it everyone knew and shared that sentiment, but they didn’t usually voice it? Was the whole world keeping a secret? That wasn’t nice of the whole world.
“I don’t have any snake like Apep. He’s special. He’s my favorite.” Until she kills him and replaces him. “But I do have other well-trained snakes. And scorpions. And spiders.” Though she wouldn’t necessarily call the latter trained. They were used purely for the venom they contained so that Kesi could make them into poisons to sell.
Her arms dropped and her stanced seemed more relaxed. Apep, too, seemed to relax, resting on the charmer though his eyes never left the girl in front of them. I’ve considered acquiring a few myself… Kesi tried not to frown. She didn’t like other people having snakes. Most people didn’t take care of them. They didn’t trust snakes. They were afraid of snakes. however I am concerned for their well-being.
That was probably the best, and only way, you could ever phrase that to the snake charmer. Immediately Kesi’s entire perspective changed about the girl. She cares about snakes. That made her better than a lot of people in her eyes, and much more willing to help her.
My siblings like to leave toads in my bed. Kesi gasped. “Your siblings sound like bullies!” She hated bullies! They were the worst! They deserved to die! Nem would never put toads in Kesi’s bed because her brother wasn’t a bully. He was perfect in every way and nothing like this stranger’s siblings. If a snake would help her, Kesi would make sure she’d have a snake that would bite her siblings if they even thought to approach her bed. They would die a horrible and painful death and Kesi would be oh so happy. The world needs fewer bullies. She was just doing her part.
It didn’t much matter whether or not Apep allowed it, he was trained enough to follow Kesi on what she wanted to do. Otherwise, then the show wouldn’t have gone on! Kesi opened her mouth to tell her that, assuming that stranger just thought that Kesi hadn’t trained him so well, and then she realized… Oh! She’s being polite! For once Kesi understood a nuance about the human language! She didn’t take something literal! A bright and happy smile replaced the girl’s face, and any suspicion she had of the woman instantly vanished. She was good, Kesi deemed. Apep was just being over sensitive.
“I think that would be fine!” Kesi said brightly before looking down at herself and frowning. She was just performing, thus she still had the circus paints all over her bare chest and face, swirling like a storm, the chaos of the Tempest. “Though… I think I should get this off don’t you?”
Nearly any creature’s company was preferable to Nefertaari than that of humans. More so her siblings than anything else, and for those that she did tolerate there were few to speak of other than her parents and their associates. Always the good daughter on the surface, her ways of rebelling were far more subtle than Neithotep’s. Softly spoken lies were all that kept her from the fate she was doomed to meet.
If she made the prospect of marrying her an awful idea to any man with half a mind, she would only have to deal with the devils she knew in her life, as opposed to the ones she’d rather never meet. Convincing would-be suitors that she would bring them no heir was effective and easy enough to accomplish. The power she could have was limited, and what little she did have, she wouldn’t let a man take away from her, only to give to their first-born son the fruit of what she felt would be largely her labor.
”Careful! If they heard you make such a claim, they’d be offended and immediately point out every flaw in my character,” the petite noblewoman chuckled softly. ”They blame me for their shortcomings, as if their incompetence in life is my doing.”
Nefertaari’s gold-flecked, awestruck stare watched as Kesi and Apep relaxed. She stepped nearer, but not so much as to crowd the other woman as to get out of the way of passersby. She was about to remark upon the snakes again when Kesi brought up her painted skin. The noblewoman didn’t appear overly concerned about Kesi’s rather loud appearance, but she could certainly understand the desire to rid one’s self of such bright colors.
”I suppose that would depend on whose company we might be in. Were it Nenet’s, she’d undoubtedly be delighted by such lovely hues,” Nefertaari said, smiling. This time the gesture was less professional and more genuine. It was hard to tell if the woman meant those words as a slight to her sister, but it was clear in the timbre of her voice that there was no love lost between that pair of siblings—or any of their family’s children for that matter.
”Go change, and you can pick where we dine,” Nefertaari offered, curious to see what Kesi might like. She didn’t feel like picking a place, more because she was sick of being what she considered home bound.
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Nearly any creature’s company was preferable to Nefertaari than that of humans. More so her siblings than anything else, and for those that she did tolerate there were few to speak of other than her parents and their associates. Always the good daughter on the surface, her ways of rebelling were far more subtle than Neithotep’s. Softly spoken lies were all that kept her from the fate she was doomed to meet.
If she made the prospect of marrying her an awful idea to any man with half a mind, she would only have to deal with the devils she knew in her life, as opposed to the ones she’d rather never meet. Convincing would-be suitors that she would bring them no heir was effective and easy enough to accomplish. The power she could have was limited, and what little she did have, she wouldn’t let a man take away from her, only to give to their first-born son the fruit of what she felt would be largely her labor.
”Careful! If they heard you make such a claim, they’d be offended and immediately point out every flaw in my character,” the petite noblewoman chuckled softly. ”They blame me for their shortcomings, as if their incompetence in life is my doing.”
Nefertaari’s gold-flecked, awestruck stare watched as Kesi and Apep relaxed. She stepped nearer, but not so much as to crowd the other woman as to get out of the way of passersby. She was about to remark upon the snakes again when Kesi brought up her painted skin. The noblewoman didn’t appear overly concerned about Kesi’s rather loud appearance, but she could certainly understand the desire to rid one’s self of such bright colors.
”I suppose that would depend on whose company we might be in. Were it Nenet’s, she’d undoubtedly be delighted by such lovely hues,” Nefertaari said, smiling. This time the gesture was less professional and more genuine. It was hard to tell if the woman meant those words as a slight to her sister, but it was clear in the timbre of her voice that there was no love lost between that pair of siblings—or any of their family’s children for that matter.
”Go change, and you can pick where we dine,” Nefertaari offered, curious to see what Kesi might like. She didn’t feel like picking a place, more because she was sick of being what she considered home bound.
Nearly any creature’s company was preferable to Nefertaari than that of humans. More so her siblings than anything else, and for those that she did tolerate there were few to speak of other than her parents and their associates. Always the good daughter on the surface, her ways of rebelling were far more subtle than Neithotep’s. Softly spoken lies were all that kept her from the fate she was doomed to meet.
If she made the prospect of marrying her an awful idea to any man with half a mind, she would only have to deal with the devils she knew in her life, as opposed to the ones she’d rather never meet. Convincing would-be suitors that she would bring them no heir was effective and easy enough to accomplish. The power she could have was limited, and what little she did have, she wouldn’t let a man take away from her, only to give to their first-born son the fruit of what she felt would be largely her labor.
”Careful! If they heard you make such a claim, they’d be offended and immediately point out every flaw in my character,” the petite noblewoman chuckled softly. ”They blame me for their shortcomings, as if their incompetence in life is my doing.”
Nefertaari’s gold-flecked, awestruck stare watched as Kesi and Apep relaxed. She stepped nearer, but not so much as to crowd the other woman as to get out of the way of passersby. She was about to remark upon the snakes again when Kesi brought up her painted skin. The noblewoman didn’t appear overly concerned about Kesi’s rather loud appearance, but she could certainly understand the desire to rid one’s self of such bright colors.
”I suppose that would depend on whose company we might be in. Were it Nenet’s, she’d undoubtedly be delighted by such lovely hues,” Nefertaari said, smiling. This time the gesture was less professional and more genuine. It was hard to tell if the woman meant those words as a slight to her sister, but it was clear in the timbre of her voice that there was no love lost between that pair of siblings—or any of their family’s children for that matter.
”Go change, and you can pick where we dine,” Nefertaari offered, curious to see what Kesi might like. She didn’t feel like picking a place, more because she was sick of being what she considered home bound.
Perhaps one would find this interaction odd. They had met at a circus where Kesi was dancing with snakes, and then they were going off to eat together. Just like that. But if that person were to think they were odd then they would not know Kesi’s day to day. Odd, weird, abnormal, that was common within the Tempest of Set. Even within Kesi’s own mind, a never ending swirling of personalities all fighting for control, was nothing normal. She flourished in the weird, and despite her chaotic nature Kesi was far too trusting… so long as no danger presented herself near her brother, of course.
But this woman, who had not once given her name to which Kesi was grateful for (names were so useless) had made no interest in meeting her brother or even once mentioned his name or his title. Despite the initial reservations made by Apep, no warning bells went off in Kesi’s head. She hadn’t posed herself as a treat yet, and if that were to change she was small enough that Kesi had full confidence she wouldn’t be a hassle to get rid of. Not that the girl wanted to think of her new friend in that matter. That wasn’t a very nice way to think about friends, after all.
And as she talked, she realized more and more just how big of bullies her siblings were. Kesi would make sure to give her a really venomous snake (- for a price, of course. The circus did make a profit off the venoms, and the Tempest always came first.) so that if her siblings came to bother her they would die a horrible and painful death. That was the least Kesi could do for her new friend. Then she wouldn’t have any bullies in her life, just a loyal snake. Just like Nem! Except Kesi was his snake.
“Okay!” Kesi said brightly, “I’ll just need a moment.” And with that Kesi turned away and headed towards her tent. Apep slid down to the ground as Kesi sat on her knees, a water jug in front of her and a towel to wash off the various paints from her body. She removed her attire too, thinking about what was appropriate to wear.
She looked rich. Kesi thought to herself, glancing at her clothes. She shouldn’t go out in what was more comfortable, right? It was nice to put an effort, because her friend put an effort, and so that was important. Kesi went for some of her nicer sets of clothing, the ones with beads and nets that draped her clothes and fit her tight (despite her preferring more looser attire). Kesi never remembered buying these clothes, but she had to admit they look quite good on her. She also very quickly did her makeup, before stepping back out, looking much more appropriate for a proper outing.
She returned to where she had left the woman, giving her a bright, if not slightly childish, smile. “I don’t eat out in Cairo too often. If I do I just wander around the market and see what is freshly made there. Do you have anywhere you would prefer? I’m not a picky eater at all!”
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Perhaps one would find this interaction odd. They had met at a circus where Kesi was dancing with snakes, and then they were going off to eat together. Just like that. But if that person were to think they were odd then they would not know Kesi’s day to day. Odd, weird, abnormal, that was common within the Tempest of Set. Even within Kesi’s own mind, a never ending swirling of personalities all fighting for control, was nothing normal. She flourished in the weird, and despite her chaotic nature Kesi was far too trusting… so long as no danger presented herself near her brother, of course.
But this woman, who had not once given her name to which Kesi was grateful for (names were so useless) had made no interest in meeting her brother or even once mentioned his name or his title. Despite the initial reservations made by Apep, no warning bells went off in Kesi’s head. She hadn’t posed herself as a treat yet, and if that were to change she was small enough that Kesi had full confidence she wouldn’t be a hassle to get rid of. Not that the girl wanted to think of her new friend in that matter. That wasn’t a very nice way to think about friends, after all.
And as she talked, she realized more and more just how big of bullies her siblings were. Kesi would make sure to give her a really venomous snake (- for a price, of course. The circus did make a profit off the venoms, and the Tempest always came first.) so that if her siblings came to bother her they would die a horrible and painful death. That was the least Kesi could do for her new friend. Then she wouldn’t have any bullies in her life, just a loyal snake. Just like Nem! Except Kesi was his snake.
“Okay!” Kesi said brightly, “I’ll just need a moment.” And with that Kesi turned away and headed towards her tent. Apep slid down to the ground as Kesi sat on her knees, a water jug in front of her and a towel to wash off the various paints from her body. She removed her attire too, thinking about what was appropriate to wear.
She looked rich. Kesi thought to herself, glancing at her clothes. She shouldn’t go out in what was more comfortable, right? It was nice to put an effort, because her friend put an effort, and so that was important. Kesi went for some of her nicer sets of clothing, the ones with beads and nets that draped her clothes and fit her tight (despite her preferring more looser attire). Kesi never remembered buying these clothes, but she had to admit they look quite good on her. She also very quickly did her makeup, before stepping back out, looking much more appropriate for a proper outing.
She returned to where she had left the woman, giving her a bright, if not slightly childish, smile. “I don’t eat out in Cairo too often. If I do I just wander around the market and see what is freshly made there. Do you have anywhere you would prefer? I’m not a picky eater at all!”
Perhaps one would find this interaction odd. They had met at a circus where Kesi was dancing with snakes, and then they were going off to eat together. Just like that. But if that person were to think they were odd then they would not know Kesi’s day to day. Odd, weird, abnormal, that was common within the Tempest of Set. Even within Kesi’s own mind, a never ending swirling of personalities all fighting for control, was nothing normal. She flourished in the weird, and despite her chaotic nature Kesi was far too trusting… so long as no danger presented herself near her brother, of course.
But this woman, who had not once given her name to which Kesi was grateful for (names were so useless) had made no interest in meeting her brother or even once mentioned his name or his title. Despite the initial reservations made by Apep, no warning bells went off in Kesi’s head. She hadn’t posed herself as a treat yet, and if that were to change she was small enough that Kesi had full confidence she wouldn’t be a hassle to get rid of. Not that the girl wanted to think of her new friend in that matter. That wasn’t a very nice way to think about friends, after all.
And as she talked, she realized more and more just how big of bullies her siblings were. Kesi would make sure to give her a really venomous snake (- for a price, of course. The circus did make a profit off the venoms, and the Tempest always came first.) so that if her siblings came to bother her they would die a horrible and painful death. That was the least Kesi could do for her new friend. Then she wouldn’t have any bullies in her life, just a loyal snake. Just like Nem! Except Kesi was his snake.
“Okay!” Kesi said brightly, “I’ll just need a moment.” And with that Kesi turned away and headed towards her tent. Apep slid down to the ground as Kesi sat on her knees, a water jug in front of her and a towel to wash off the various paints from her body. She removed her attire too, thinking about what was appropriate to wear.
She looked rich. Kesi thought to herself, glancing at her clothes. She shouldn’t go out in what was more comfortable, right? It was nice to put an effort, because her friend put an effort, and so that was important. Kesi went for some of her nicer sets of clothing, the ones with beads and nets that draped her clothes and fit her tight (despite her preferring more looser attire). Kesi never remembered buying these clothes, but she had to admit they look quite good on her. She also very quickly did her makeup, before stepping back out, looking much more appropriate for a proper outing.
She returned to where she had left the woman, giving her a bright, if not slightly childish, smile. “I don’t eat out in Cairo too often. If I do I just wander around the market and see what is freshly made there. Do you have anywhere you would prefer? I’m not a picky eater at all!”
Nefertaari watched the performer with thinly veiled curiosity. The snake, too. It seemed as if the two were discussing something quietly with one another, and the small woman allowed it to be. When Kesi departed to change, she waited patiently.
A mischievous glint appeared in the young woman’s eyes when Kesi returned and posed that query. She felt like making someone smile, and this stranger was as good as the next. Perhaps better if you considered the snakes she kept.
“What’s a place in Cairo you’ve always wanted to go?” Nefertaari asked. It amused her, but she didn’t want to admit that; there was a difference between bullying a stranger and terrorizing your siblings. She extended her arm to her newfound friend. “Lead the way. Nothing will be too expensive, so think of what you’d like your perfect night to be.”
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Nefertaari watched the performer with thinly veiled curiosity. The snake, too. It seemed as if the two were discussing something quietly with one another, and the small woman allowed it to be. When Kesi departed to change, she waited patiently.
A mischievous glint appeared in the young woman’s eyes when Kesi returned and posed that query. She felt like making someone smile, and this stranger was as good as the next. Perhaps better if you considered the snakes she kept.
“What’s a place in Cairo you’ve always wanted to go?” Nefertaari asked. It amused her, but she didn’t want to admit that; there was a difference between bullying a stranger and terrorizing your siblings. She extended her arm to her newfound friend. “Lead the way. Nothing will be too expensive, so think of what you’d like your perfect night to be.”
Nefertaari watched the performer with thinly veiled curiosity. The snake, too. It seemed as if the two were discussing something quietly with one another, and the small woman allowed it to be. When Kesi departed to change, she waited patiently.
A mischievous glint appeared in the young woman’s eyes when Kesi returned and posed that query. She felt like making someone smile, and this stranger was as good as the next. Perhaps better if you considered the snakes she kept.
“What’s a place in Cairo you’ve always wanted to go?” Nefertaari asked. It amused her, but she didn’t want to admit that; there was a difference between bullying a stranger and terrorizing your siblings. She extended her arm to her newfound friend. “Lead the way. Nothing will be too expensive, so think of what you’d like your perfect night to be.”
Nothing will be too expensive. Was she buying for her then? Did this make it a date? Kesi didn’t understand how dates worked. She almost went on one a long time ago, but she was stood up and she never saw him again. Kesi had been hurt by that but her brother made her feel much better.
But at least then Kesi knew it was supposed to be a date. But this girl had approached Kesi after Apep was being all testy. Was it because he sensed danger? Did he think that a random woman could sway Kesi’s heart from Nem- from Set? How silly. Kesi worshiped them always. A random girl would never draw her from the path of Chaos.
Kesi would sooner killer her.
So no, Kesi decided, this couldn’t be a date. She was just paying for her food. Besides, women loving women would just mean she’d get executed. If Kesi were to die, it wouldn’t be for being executed for being gay. Not unless… that’s what Nem wanted of her. But he’d never want that, so Kesi didn’t need to worry.
She just had to worry about the woman’s intentions.
It’d be nice to think she was a new friend. She didn’t seem like a bully. She waited when Kesi got changed and was interested in snakes. But then again… there was a thing of being too nice. Snakes were exactly like that. They pretend to be good. They slither up to you. They wait. Then the moment you put your guard down, that’s when they strike. Their fangs dig deep into you, you writhe and you suffer, and then…
You die.
“It’s not usually money that keeps me from eating some places…” But that didn’t stop Kesi from taking the moment to ponder. Was there a place that interested Kesi? She never thought about what she wanted- not usually. “I do like fruits. Do you know anywhere that has very fresh peaches?”
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Nothing will be too expensive. Was she buying for her then? Did this make it a date? Kesi didn’t understand how dates worked. She almost went on one a long time ago, but she was stood up and she never saw him again. Kesi had been hurt by that but her brother made her feel much better.
But at least then Kesi knew it was supposed to be a date. But this girl had approached Kesi after Apep was being all testy. Was it because he sensed danger? Did he think that a random woman could sway Kesi’s heart from Nem- from Set? How silly. Kesi worshiped them always. A random girl would never draw her from the path of Chaos.
Kesi would sooner killer her.
So no, Kesi decided, this couldn’t be a date. She was just paying for her food. Besides, women loving women would just mean she’d get executed. If Kesi were to die, it wouldn’t be for being executed for being gay. Not unless… that’s what Nem wanted of her. But he’d never want that, so Kesi didn’t need to worry.
She just had to worry about the woman’s intentions.
It’d be nice to think she was a new friend. She didn’t seem like a bully. She waited when Kesi got changed and was interested in snakes. But then again… there was a thing of being too nice. Snakes were exactly like that. They pretend to be good. They slither up to you. They wait. Then the moment you put your guard down, that’s when they strike. Their fangs dig deep into you, you writhe and you suffer, and then…
You die.
“It’s not usually money that keeps me from eating some places…” But that didn’t stop Kesi from taking the moment to ponder. Was there a place that interested Kesi? She never thought about what she wanted- not usually. “I do like fruits. Do you know anywhere that has very fresh peaches?”
Nothing will be too expensive. Was she buying for her then? Did this make it a date? Kesi didn’t understand how dates worked. She almost went on one a long time ago, but she was stood up and she never saw him again. Kesi had been hurt by that but her brother made her feel much better.
But at least then Kesi knew it was supposed to be a date. But this girl had approached Kesi after Apep was being all testy. Was it because he sensed danger? Did he think that a random woman could sway Kesi’s heart from Nem- from Set? How silly. Kesi worshiped them always. A random girl would never draw her from the path of Chaos.
Kesi would sooner killer her.
So no, Kesi decided, this couldn’t be a date. She was just paying for her food. Besides, women loving women would just mean she’d get executed. If Kesi were to die, it wouldn’t be for being executed for being gay. Not unless… that’s what Nem wanted of her. But he’d never want that, so Kesi didn’t need to worry.
She just had to worry about the woman’s intentions.
It’d be nice to think she was a new friend. She didn’t seem like a bully. She waited when Kesi got changed and was interested in snakes. But then again… there was a thing of being too nice. Snakes were exactly like that. They pretend to be good. They slither up to you. They wait. Then the moment you put your guard down, that’s when they strike. Their fangs dig deep into you, you writhe and you suffer, and then…
You die.
“It’s not usually money that keeps me from eating some places…” But that didn’t stop Kesi from taking the moment to ponder. Was there a place that interested Kesi? She never thought about what she wanted- not usually. “I do like fruits. Do you know anywhere that has very fresh peaches?”
"Peaches?" Nefertaari echoed, unsure at first if she'd heard Kesi correctly. She had no clue what was going through Kesi's head between her query and the answer, but she imagined it was a lot of thought. Her shoulder rolled upward. "Yeah, I think I know where to find some. At the very least, they've got the most flavorful grapes, dates, and figs. Cream of the crop, as they say."
A sly grin appeared on her lips as the noblewoman delighted in company that wasn’t expecting anything from her. She had a mean streak from hell, as her family well knew, but Kesi didn’t need to know that. Not presently. That was something you discussed after several glasses of wine and a bit of hash. And Nef hadn’t brought any hash with her.
Nefertaari considered offering her arm, but it was a motion made from habit. Usually, she accompanied men to a meal, in hopes of making her parents proud. Those two had their own issues though, and she realized she may never live up to what they want of her. But she could take as long as she wanted trying otherwise.
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"Peaches?" Nefertaari echoed, unsure at first if she'd heard Kesi correctly. She had no clue what was going through Kesi's head between her query and the answer, but she imagined it was a lot of thought. Her shoulder rolled upward. "Yeah, I think I know where to find some. At the very least, they've got the most flavorful grapes, dates, and figs. Cream of the crop, as they say."
A sly grin appeared on her lips as the noblewoman delighted in company that wasn’t expecting anything from her. She had a mean streak from hell, as her family well knew, but Kesi didn’t need to know that. Not presently. That was something you discussed after several glasses of wine and a bit of hash. And Nef hadn’t brought any hash with her.
Nefertaari considered offering her arm, but it was a motion made from habit. Usually, she accompanied men to a meal, in hopes of making her parents proud. Those two had their own issues though, and she realized she may never live up to what they want of her. But she could take as long as she wanted trying otherwise.
"Peaches?" Nefertaari echoed, unsure at first if she'd heard Kesi correctly. She had no clue what was going through Kesi's head between her query and the answer, but she imagined it was a lot of thought. Her shoulder rolled upward. "Yeah, I think I know where to find some. At the very least, they've got the most flavorful grapes, dates, and figs. Cream of the crop, as they say."
A sly grin appeared on her lips as the noblewoman delighted in company that wasn’t expecting anything from her. She had a mean streak from hell, as her family well knew, but Kesi didn’t need to know that. Not presently. That was something you discussed after several glasses of wine and a bit of hash. And Nef hadn’t brought any hash with her.
Nefertaari considered offering her arm, but it was a motion made from habit. Usually, she accompanied men to a meal, in hopes of making her parents proud. Those two had their own issues though, and she realized she may never live up to what they want of her. But she could take as long as she wanted trying otherwise.
