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Drinks it was, then, Zein thought, allowing himself to be pulled by Kesi in the direction of the first stall they saw that had something for them to drink. It didn’t happen to be too far away, as this was a festival that involved a great deal of drinking. Zein took the mug from Kesi, gratefully drinking down the ale offered, knowing he was already ready for the next one. This was going to be a long night and Zein at least wanted to enjoy himself before he got too caught up in worrying about everything.
Kesi’s next question gave him pause. He didn’t believe in magic, but he did believe in unexplainable events. Was it magic that caused them or simply something beyond their understanding? He thought it was the latter, but was willing to indulge in the idea of the former. He would certainly believe in magic if that meant he could suddenly explore this festival like he truly had wanted to. It seemed like exactly like the right festival for him. There would be women everywhere, willing and ready to give themselves to him. And for once, he would have been out of the sight of the people he spent all his time with. He could have had the affair he deserved. One that was only known between him and the women he had chosen.
But that was not to be the case and Zein would make do with his lot. For he had promised not to leave Kesi behind and he certainly wasn’t going to find another woman with her watching. “I suppose I do,” he replied slowly. “There are unexplainable events in life, don’t you think? That could be magic.” Zein took another sip from his mug, draining the drink. It was almost as if his words were a prophesy, for the minute he set the mug down, something burst forward from the river, shouting in their direction.
If he had any drink still remaining in his mouth, Zein was certain he would have spit it out. Whether in fear or in laughter was another question. The shock of this river monster’s arrival quickly faded, leaving Zein to admire their new companion. Whatever was happening, it was amusing. At least for him. The look on Kesi’s face was priceless. One thing was for certain. She was never ever getting in that river now.
Beneath all of that grime and disguise, the shape of the man was rather familiar. Was that…Azarion? What was he doing? Zein gave the man a brow raise, wondering if this was supposed to be some elaborate prank he wasn’t supposed to give away. However, the fear on Kesi’s face made the decision for him.
“Azarion? Is that you, man?” He couldn’t let Kesi think that they were really in trouble. He wasn’t sure how the situation might end if she did. Someone very well could end up dead and Zein absolutely did not want to explain that to Nem.
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Drinks it was, then, Zein thought, allowing himself to be pulled by Kesi in the direction of the first stall they saw that had something for them to drink. It didn’t happen to be too far away, as this was a festival that involved a great deal of drinking. Zein took the mug from Kesi, gratefully drinking down the ale offered, knowing he was already ready for the next one. This was going to be a long night and Zein at least wanted to enjoy himself before he got too caught up in worrying about everything.
Kesi’s next question gave him pause. He didn’t believe in magic, but he did believe in unexplainable events. Was it magic that caused them or simply something beyond their understanding? He thought it was the latter, but was willing to indulge in the idea of the former. He would certainly believe in magic if that meant he could suddenly explore this festival like he truly had wanted to. It seemed like exactly like the right festival for him. There would be women everywhere, willing and ready to give themselves to him. And for once, he would have been out of the sight of the people he spent all his time with. He could have had the affair he deserved. One that was only known between him and the women he had chosen.
But that was not to be the case and Zein would make do with his lot. For he had promised not to leave Kesi behind and he certainly wasn’t going to find another woman with her watching. “I suppose I do,” he replied slowly. “There are unexplainable events in life, don’t you think? That could be magic.” Zein took another sip from his mug, draining the drink. It was almost as if his words were a prophesy, for the minute he set the mug down, something burst forward from the river, shouting in their direction.
If he had any drink still remaining in his mouth, Zein was certain he would have spit it out. Whether in fear or in laughter was another question. The shock of this river monster’s arrival quickly faded, leaving Zein to admire their new companion. Whatever was happening, it was amusing. At least for him. The look on Kesi’s face was priceless. One thing was for certain. She was never ever getting in that river now.
Beneath all of that grime and disguise, the shape of the man was rather familiar. Was that…Azarion? What was he doing? Zein gave the man a brow raise, wondering if this was supposed to be some elaborate prank he wasn’t supposed to give away. However, the fear on Kesi’s face made the decision for him.
“Azarion? Is that you, man?” He couldn’t let Kesi think that they were really in trouble. He wasn’t sure how the situation might end if she did. Someone very well could end up dead and Zein absolutely did not want to explain that to Nem.
Drinks it was, then, Zein thought, allowing himself to be pulled by Kesi in the direction of the first stall they saw that had something for them to drink. It didn’t happen to be too far away, as this was a festival that involved a great deal of drinking. Zein took the mug from Kesi, gratefully drinking down the ale offered, knowing he was already ready for the next one. This was going to be a long night and Zein at least wanted to enjoy himself before he got too caught up in worrying about everything.
Kesi’s next question gave him pause. He didn’t believe in magic, but he did believe in unexplainable events. Was it magic that caused them or simply something beyond their understanding? He thought it was the latter, but was willing to indulge in the idea of the former. He would certainly believe in magic if that meant he could suddenly explore this festival like he truly had wanted to. It seemed like exactly like the right festival for him. There would be women everywhere, willing and ready to give themselves to him. And for once, he would have been out of the sight of the people he spent all his time with. He could have had the affair he deserved. One that was only known between him and the women he had chosen.
But that was not to be the case and Zein would make do with his lot. For he had promised not to leave Kesi behind and he certainly wasn’t going to find another woman with her watching. “I suppose I do,” he replied slowly. “There are unexplainable events in life, don’t you think? That could be magic.” Zein took another sip from his mug, draining the drink. It was almost as if his words were a prophesy, for the minute he set the mug down, something burst forward from the river, shouting in their direction.
If he had any drink still remaining in his mouth, Zein was certain he would have spit it out. Whether in fear or in laughter was another question. The shock of this river monster’s arrival quickly faded, leaving Zein to admire their new companion. Whatever was happening, it was amusing. At least for him. The look on Kesi’s face was priceless. One thing was for certain. She was never ever getting in that river now.
Beneath all of that grime and disguise, the shape of the man was rather familiar. Was that…Azarion? What was he doing? Zein gave the man a brow raise, wondering if this was supposed to be some elaborate prank he wasn’t supposed to give away. However, the fear on Kesi’s face made the decision for him.
“Azarion? Is that you, man?” He couldn’t let Kesi think that they were really in trouble. He wasn’t sure how the situation might end if she did. Someone very well could end up dead and Zein absolutely did not want to explain that to Nem.
Sameera giggled a little. It was a very good day, she felt, even with a sense of dread over her body. Turning her head quickly at the sound of someone calling her name, she nearly tipped over. What she did end up doing was walking, or more accurately, stumbling over Nenet and attempting to throw an arm around the older girl's shoulder. Instead she nearly fell on her face, squealing in fear as the ground neared her before holding herself up with her hands. Then she put her feet back in the Nile, the lovely life-giving Nile. Maybe if she asked nicely enough the Nile would give her more things to do that didn't involve being almost stabbed by a scary lady.
"Heya, Nnnnnnete. Net. Netty-netty net. Nenet!" she grinned. There were other people with Nenet, too, and of course they seemed familiar to Sameera. She just couldn't remember their names at the moment. Her tongue felt all tangled by the drinks she'd been having, and on top of that she didn't know any of them nearly so well as she knew Nenet. Of course, there was Nenet's sister. Whichever one it was.
She was more than a little drunk, and she hated scrambling up her words. Would people remember this? Who cared? Sameera did. Or, normally she would've. For now, she just looked at her friend and giggled, wondering what everyone would be doing. She found it a little harder to focus on what was going on once she got drunk enough that words blurred before her eyes, which was the necessary criteria, in Sameera's opinion.
Her eyes trailed away momentarily and she could've sworn she saw a river monster, so she shrieked and pulled her feet out of the water, accidentally kicking a nearby person, a farmer it seemed by the way he was dressed, in the face. This was how she died. She was going to get gobbled up by a river monster and forgotten by history. Horrors wouldn't cease, she'd be the worst noble girl that ever lived if she dared let herself get killed by something in the river that was supposed to give life.
Sameera frantically tried to tug on Nenet's arms, either to get the older girl to protect her or offer her as a sacrifice to the river monster.She looked to the other members of the group, still shrieking her head off, when she looked back at the 'river monster' and realized that, on second look, the river monster was not actually attacking anyone. She wasn't even sure that it was an actual river monster, though it was difficult for her to tell as her vision seemed to blur everything.
Unless the river monster was somehow making those people into river monsters, too. Sameera tried to tug over the nearest man, too, regardless of her brain choosing to forget everyone's names. She was pretty sure she knew everybody that Nenet was talking to, even if it was only false confidence from the drink. Besides, when there were river monsters involved, it was always best to stay safe.
Sameera stopped shrieking, realizing that the sound ringing in her ears was not the sound of fear, but rather her own voice. She really, really hoped that it was something actually frightening going on, or at the very least that nobody would remember her screaming her head off during the Tekh festival.
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Sameera giggled a little. It was a very good day, she felt, even with a sense of dread over her body. Turning her head quickly at the sound of someone calling her name, she nearly tipped over. What she did end up doing was walking, or more accurately, stumbling over Nenet and attempting to throw an arm around the older girl's shoulder. Instead she nearly fell on her face, squealing in fear as the ground neared her before holding herself up with her hands. Then she put her feet back in the Nile, the lovely life-giving Nile. Maybe if she asked nicely enough the Nile would give her more things to do that didn't involve being almost stabbed by a scary lady.
"Heya, Nnnnnnete. Net. Netty-netty net. Nenet!" she grinned. There were other people with Nenet, too, and of course they seemed familiar to Sameera. She just couldn't remember their names at the moment. Her tongue felt all tangled by the drinks she'd been having, and on top of that she didn't know any of them nearly so well as she knew Nenet. Of course, there was Nenet's sister. Whichever one it was.
She was more than a little drunk, and she hated scrambling up her words. Would people remember this? Who cared? Sameera did. Or, normally she would've. For now, she just looked at her friend and giggled, wondering what everyone would be doing. She found it a little harder to focus on what was going on once she got drunk enough that words blurred before her eyes, which was the necessary criteria, in Sameera's opinion.
Her eyes trailed away momentarily and she could've sworn she saw a river monster, so she shrieked and pulled her feet out of the water, accidentally kicking a nearby person, a farmer it seemed by the way he was dressed, in the face. This was how she died. She was going to get gobbled up by a river monster and forgotten by history. Horrors wouldn't cease, she'd be the worst noble girl that ever lived if she dared let herself get killed by something in the river that was supposed to give life.
Sameera frantically tried to tug on Nenet's arms, either to get the older girl to protect her or offer her as a sacrifice to the river monster.She looked to the other members of the group, still shrieking her head off, when she looked back at the 'river monster' and realized that, on second look, the river monster was not actually attacking anyone. She wasn't even sure that it was an actual river monster, though it was difficult for her to tell as her vision seemed to blur everything.
Unless the river monster was somehow making those people into river monsters, too. Sameera tried to tug over the nearest man, too, regardless of her brain choosing to forget everyone's names. She was pretty sure she knew everybody that Nenet was talking to, even if it was only false confidence from the drink. Besides, when there were river monsters involved, it was always best to stay safe.
Sameera stopped shrieking, realizing that the sound ringing in her ears was not the sound of fear, but rather her own voice. She really, really hoped that it was something actually frightening going on, or at the very least that nobody would remember her screaming her head off during the Tekh festival.
Sameera giggled a little. It was a very good day, she felt, even with a sense of dread over her body. Turning her head quickly at the sound of someone calling her name, she nearly tipped over. What she did end up doing was walking, or more accurately, stumbling over Nenet and attempting to throw an arm around the older girl's shoulder. Instead she nearly fell on her face, squealing in fear as the ground neared her before holding herself up with her hands. Then she put her feet back in the Nile, the lovely life-giving Nile. Maybe if she asked nicely enough the Nile would give her more things to do that didn't involve being almost stabbed by a scary lady.
"Heya, Nnnnnnete. Net. Netty-netty net. Nenet!" she grinned. There were other people with Nenet, too, and of course they seemed familiar to Sameera. She just couldn't remember their names at the moment. Her tongue felt all tangled by the drinks she'd been having, and on top of that she didn't know any of them nearly so well as she knew Nenet. Of course, there was Nenet's sister. Whichever one it was.
She was more than a little drunk, and she hated scrambling up her words. Would people remember this? Who cared? Sameera did. Or, normally she would've. For now, she just looked at her friend and giggled, wondering what everyone would be doing. She found it a little harder to focus on what was going on once she got drunk enough that words blurred before her eyes, which was the necessary criteria, in Sameera's opinion.
Her eyes trailed away momentarily and she could've sworn she saw a river monster, so she shrieked and pulled her feet out of the water, accidentally kicking a nearby person, a farmer it seemed by the way he was dressed, in the face. This was how she died. She was going to get gobbled up by a river monster and forgotten by history. Horrors wouldn't cease, she'd be the worst noble girl that ever lived if she dared let herself get killed by something in the river that was supposed to give life.
Sameera frantically tried to tug on Nenet's arms, either to get the older girl to protect her or offer her as a sacrifice to the river monster.She looked to the other members of the group, still shrieking her head off, when she looked back at the 'river monster' and realized that, on second look, the river monster was not actually attacking anyone. She wasn't even sure that it was an actual river monster, though it was difficult for her to tell as her vision seemed to blur everything.
Unless the river monster was somehow making those people into river monsters, too. Sameera tried to tug over the nearest man, too, regardless of her brain choosing to forget everyone's names. She was pretty sure she knew everybody that Nenet was talking to, even if it was only false confidence from the drink. Besides, when there were river monsters involved, it was always best to stay safe.
Sameera stopped shrieking, realizing that the sound ringing in her ears was not the sound of fear, but rather her own voice. She really, really hoped that it was something actually frightening going on, or at the very least that nobody would remember her screaming her head off during the Tekh festival.
They’re real! Kesi wanted to scream. A part of her wanted to run. She would not be taken back to the river. She won’t! She wanted her memories. Kesi feared losing them, forgetting her brother, her circus, everything to the river. She’d be lost, worse than death. She’d be tortured if Kesi didn’t know herself.
But then she realized something- Zein. What if the River Monster wanted him! What if they took Zein away. Zein wasn’t like Kesi. He didn’t kill people. He juggled! You can’t scare River Monsters with juggling abilities! They won’t run away in fear; they’d just drag you to the Nile. Zein was in danger and Kesi would never let anyone in the circus be in danger.
So she did what any natural River Monster-fearing woman would do: She stabbed the mother fucker with her dagger. No one takes her Zein away. No one!
Azarion? Is that you man? Whoopsie. Kesi blinked and saw through the hideous, monstrous disguise was… well, a hideous, monstrous man. The circus’s man. “Az!” Kesi let go of the dagger as it remained, jutted into his flesh. Her eyebrows knitted together, completely upset at her best friend’s inappropriate behavior. “That wasn’t very nice. Only bullies pretend to be river monsters! I’m disappointed in you. You’ve been demoted. Zein’s my new best friend.”
Ha! Take that! She’d tip poison in her drink to and hand it over to him, but it wouldn’t be enough to kill him anyway. The bastard. Yeah, that’s right. Kesi swore. Azarion was a bastard. Trying to scare her into thinking River Monsters were real. They totally weren’t. Kesi… never thought for a second. She knew it was Azarion.
But then Kesi realized something far more important. Her eyes widen and she found herself tucking behind Zein. “Zein! He went into the river! He went into the Nile!” Now Kesi was scared. What if it messed with his head? There wasn’t much up there anyway! “Zein! You have to do something! This isn’t the Az we know! He’s corrupted by the Nile.”
There, Kesi said it. The Gods may curse her, but she knew the real secrets the Nile had. They changed people, warped them to become mere shells of their former selves. She needed to get Az medicine! But she didn’t have the medicine her brother gave her. She didn’t even know what it was. “We should get him to Rekhmire or Nem before it’s too late! Azarion could forget everything. Why would you do that, Az? I told you before the Nile was evil!”
Kesi took back what she said. He tried to scare her like a bully, but he was still her best friend. She felt crushing sadness at the thought that he was gone forever. Kesi looked up at Az with large, deep, innocent eyes. They were broken, the same look she would give one of her dead snakes. Her best friend in the whole wide world took a risk- and knowing Azarion and his mental constitution… he was gone. “Az… it’s going to be okay…” Kesi sniffed. “Nem will fix you. Promise.”
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They’re real! Kesi wanted to scream. A part of her wanted to run. She would not be taken back to the river. She won’t! She wanted her memories. Kesi feared losing them, forgetting her brother, her circus, everything to the river. She’d be lost, worse than death. She’d be tortured if Kesi didn’t know herself.
But then she realized something- Zein. What if the River Monster wanted him! What if they took Zein away. Zein wasn’t like Kesi. He didn’t kill people. He juggled! You can’t scare River Monsters with juggling abilities! They won’t run away in fear; they’d just drag you to the Nile. Zein was in danger and Kesi would never let anyone in the circus be in danger.
So she did what any natural River Monster-fearing woman would do: She stabbed the mother fucker with her dagger. No one takes her Zein away. No one!
Azarion? Is that you man? Whoopsie. Kesi blinked and saw through the hideous, monstrous disguise was… well, a hideous, monstrous man. The circus’s man. “Az!” Kesi let go of the dagger as it remained, jutted into his flesh. Her eyebrows knitted together, completely upset at her best friend’s inappropriate behavior. “That wasn’t very nice. Only bullies pretend to be river monsters! I’m disappointed in you. You’ve been demoted. Zein’s my new best friend.”
Ha! Take that! She’d tip poison in her drink to and hand it over to him, but it wouldn’t be enough to kill him anyway. The bastard. Yeah, that’s right. Kesi swore. Azarion was a bastard. Trying to scare her into thinking River Monsters were real. They totally weren’t. Kesi… never thought for a second. She knew it was Azarion.
But then Kesi realized something far more important. Her eyes widen and she found herself tucking behind Zein. “Zein! He went into the river! He went into the Nile!” Now Kesi was scared. What if it messed with his head? There wasn’t much up there anyway! “Zein! You have to do something! This isn’t the Az we know! He’s corrupted by the Nile.”
There, Kesi said it. The Gods may curse her, but she knew the real secrets the Nile had. They changed people, warped them to become mere shells of their former selves. She needed to get Az medicine! But she didn’t have the medicine her brother gave her. She didn’t even know what it was. “We should get him to Rekhmire or Nem before it’s too late! Azarion could forget everything. Why would you do that, Az? I told you before the Nile was evil!”
Kesi took back what she said. He tried to scare her like a bully, but he was still her best friend. She felt crushing sadness at the thought that he was gone forever. Kesi looked up at Az with large, deep, innocent eyes. They were broken, the same look she would give one of her dead snakes. Her best friend in the whole wide world took a risk- and knowing Azarion and his mental constitution… he was gone. “Az… it’s going to be okay…” Kesi sniffed. “Nem will fix you. Promise.”
They’re real! Kesi wanted to scream. A part of her wanted to run. She would not be taken back to the river. She won’t! She wanted her memories. Kesi feared losing them, forgetting her brother, her circus, everything to the river. She’d be lost, worse than death. She’d be tortured if Kesi didn’t know herself.
But then she realized something- Zein. What if the River Monster wanted him! What if they took Zein away. Zein wasn’t like Kesi. He didn’t kill people. He juggled! You can’t scare River Monsters with juggling abilities! They won’t run away in fear; they’d just drag you to the Nile. Zein was in danger and Kesi would never let anyone in the circus be in danger.
So she did what any natural River Monster-fearing woman would do: She stabbed the mother fucker with her dagger. No one takes her Zein away. No one!
Azarion? Is that you man? Whoopsie. Kesi blinked and saw through the hideous, monstrous disguise was… well, a hideous, monstrous man. The circus’s man. “Az!” Kesi let go of the dagger as it remained, jutted into his flesh. Her eyebrows knitted together, completely upset at her best friend’s inappropriate behavior. “That wasn’t very nice. Only bullies pretend to be river monsters! I’m disappointed in you. You’ve been demoted. Zein’s my new best friend.”
Ha! Take that! She’d tip poison in her drink to and hand it over to him, but it wouldn’t be enough to kill him anyway. The bastard. Yeah, that’s right. Kesi swore. Azarion was a bastard. Trying to scare her into thinking River Monsters were real. They totally weren’t. Kesi… never thought for a second. She knew it was Azarion.
But then Kesi realized something far more important. Her eyes widen and she found herself tucking behind Zein. “Zein! He went into the river! He went into the Nile!” Now Kesi was scared. What if it messed with his head? There wasn’t much up there anyway! “Zein! You have to do something! This isn’t the Az we know! He’s corrupted by the Nile.”
There, Kesi said it. The Gods may curse her, but she knew the real secrets the Nile had. They changed people, warped them to become mere shells of their former selves. She needed to get Az medicine! But she didn’t have the medicine her brother gave her. She didn’t even know what it was. “We should get him to Rekhmire or Nem before it’s too late! Azarion could forget everything. Why would you do that, Az? I told you before the Nile was evil!”
Kesi took back what she said. He tried to scare her like a bully, but he was still her best friend. She felt crushing sadness at the thought that he was gone forever. Kesi looked up at Az with large, deep, innocent eyes. They were broken, the same look she would give one of her dead snakes. Her best friend in the whole wide world took a risk- and knowing Azarion and his mental constitution… he was gone. “Az… it’s going to be okay…” Kesi sniffed. “Nem will fix you. Promise.”
It would seem that the longer she remained at the festival, the more drunk everyone got - but wasn't that the case anyway? Luckily for Kahi, as she consumed more wine herself, she found herself in much of the same state as the rest of the people around her, laughing at the smallest of provocation's.
Wanting to move on to seek for her husband (he had said he would be here), she stumbled to a stop when a sudden familiar voice made itelf known. Turning, the young woman grinned when she saw Zoser, a familiar face in her household so much so that one of her sons was practically named after her husband's best friend. "Whaddya mean?" she slurred, reaching to pat his cheek as a grandma would to their young child, her smile a tad wider then usual thanks to the effects of the alcohol.
"Oh! Er..." despite the obvious pause being Zoser waiting for an interaction, Kahi suddenly looked adorably blank as she blinked wide-eyed at the Grecian merchant, realizing she never did get a name. Did manners always fly out the window when one imbibed in a drink? Her jaws gaped a little like a goldfish as she tried and failed to recall the name, a flush creeping on her cheeks until she found herself saved by her husband's untimely arrival.
And brusque, might she had.
The loud declaration from Khufu had Kahi almost jumping out of her skin as she turned just in time to meet Khufu in his embrace, her lips overwhelmed by his in quick but passionate kiss - one of the reasons why she now had four children to take care of on a daily basis. Before Kahi was even given a chance to respond however, the woman found herself squeaking indignantly as she was unceremoniously draped over her husband's shoulder, before plopped down in front of a few people she had barely seen before, much less know.
Luckily her alcohol remained in the system, that instead of demuring as she would usually, Kahi merely gave a smile, aware she did not look quite like one's regular Egyptian. Her skin had bronzed over the years, but her features were still different from Egyptian's to a certain extent, even as she smiled her greeting to the two H'Sheifa's. Her eyes widened as she noticed the fact that they were nobility, and the woman quickly gave a shallow curtsy before turning to Khufu even as he sat himself on the ground again.
Somehow managing to find a seat (with a bit of scrambling due to disorientated balance), Kahi found herself tripping a little to land in Khufu's lap, almost overturning the amphora he had grabbed had she not leaned across to straighten it, taking the chance to fill his cup as she whispered, "How does one act around nobility in this festival, my love?" she asked, perhaps a tinge of her sanity returning as she gave Nenet and Nia a nervous look.
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It would seem that the longer she remained at the festival, the more drunk everyone got - but wasn't that the case anyway? Luckily for Kahi, as she consumed more wine herself, she found herself in much of the same state as the rest of the people around her, laughing at the smallest of provocation's.
Wanting to move on to seek for her husband (he had said he would be here), she stumbled to a stop when a sudden familiar voice made itelf known. Turning, the young woman grinned when she saw Zoser, a familiar face in her household so much so that one of her sons was practically named after her husband's best friend. "Whaddya mean?" she slurred, reaching to pat his cheek as a grandma would to their young child, her smile a tad wider then usual thanks to the effects of the alcohol.
"Oh! Er..." despite the obvious pause being Zoser waiting for an interaction, Kahi suddenly looked adorably blank as she blinked wide-eyed at the Grecian merchant, realizing she never did get a name. Did manners always fly out the window when one imbibed in a drink? Her jaws gaped a little like a goldfish as she tried and failed to recall the name, a flush creeping on her cheeks until she found herself saved by her husband's untimely arrival.
And brusque, might she had.
The loud declaration from Khufu had Kahi almost jumping out of her skin as she turned just in time to meet Khufu in his embrace, her lips overwhelmed by his in quick but passionate kiss - one of the reasons why she now had four children to take care of on a daily basis. Before Kahi was even given a chance to respond however, the woman found herself squeaking indignantly as she was unceremoniously draped over her husband's shoulder, before plopped down in front of a few people she had barely seen before, much less know.
Luckily her alcohol remained in the system, that instead of demuring as she would usually, Kahi merely gave a smile, aware she did not look quite like one's regular Egyptian. Her skin had bronzed over the years, but her features were still different from Egyptian's to a certain extent, even as she smiled her greeting to the two H'Sheifa's. Her eyes widened as she noticed the fact that they were nobility, and the woman quickly gave a shallow curtsy before turning to Khufu even as he sat himself on the ground again.
Somehow managing to find a seat (with a bit of scrambling due to disorientated balance), Kahi found herself tripping a little to land in Khufu's lap, almost overturning the amphora he had grabbed had she not leaned across to straighten it, taking the chance to fill his cup as she whispered, "How does one act around nobility in this festival, my love?" she asked, perhaps a tinge of her sanity returning as she gave Nenet and Nia a nervous look.
It would seem that the longer she remained at the festival, the more drunk everyone got - but wasn't that the case anyway? Luckily for Kahi, as she consumed more wine herself, she found herself in much of the same state as the rest of the people around her, laughing at the smallest of provocation's.
Wanting to move on to seek for her husband (he had said he would be here), she stumbled to a stop when a sudden familiar voice made itelf known. Turning, the young woman grinned when she saw Zoser, a familiar face in her household so much so that one of her sons was practically named after her husband's best friend. "Whaddya mean?" she slurred, reaching to pat his cheek as a grandma would to their young child, her smile a tad wider then usual thanks to the effects of the alcohol.
"Oh! Er..." despite the obvious pause being Zoser waiting for an interaction, Kahi suddenly looked adorably blank as she blinked wide-eyed at the Grecian merchant, realizing she never did get a name. Did manners always fly out the window when one imbibed in a drink? Her jaws gaped a little like a goldfish as she tried and failed to recall the name, a flush creeping on her cheeks until she found herself saved by her husband's untimely arrival.
And brusque, might she had.
The loud declaration from Khufu had Kahi almost jumping out of her skin as she turned just in time to meet Khufu in his embrace, her lips overwhelmed by his in quick but passionate kiss - one of the reasons why she now had four children to take care of on a daily basis. Before Kahi was even given a chance to respond however, the woman found herself squeaking indignantly as she was unceremoniously draped over her husband's shoulder, before plopped down in front of a few people she had barely seen before, much less know.
Luckily her alcohol remained in the system, that instead of demuring as she would usually, Kahi merely gave a smile, aware she did not look quite like one's regular Egyptian. Her skin had bronzed over the years, but her features were still different from Egyptian's to a certain extent, even as she smiled her greeting to the two H'Sheifa's. Her eyes widened as she noticed the fact that they were nobility, and the woman quickly gave a shallow curtsy before turning to Khufu even as he sat himself on the ground again.
Somehow managing to find a seat (with a bit of scrambling due to disorientated balance), Kahi found herself tripping a little to land in Khufu's lap, almost overturning the amphora he had grabbed had she not leaned across to straighten it, taking the chance to fill his cup as she whispered, "How does one act around nobility in this festival, my love?" she asked, perhaps a tinge of her sanity returning as she gave Nenet and Nia a nervous look.
Azarion was proud of himself, Zein looked shocked at least but most importantly, Kesi looked absolutely horrified. He had done his job, he had gotten her good and scared, Nem would be proud, surely. He had to be some where, watching, right? He sure hoped he had watched. He could feel plenty of eyes on him, but none of them mattered if his leader wasn’t watching the great job he had done.
He didn’t have the chance to look around and see for himself if Nem was watching, because there was a sudden pain and looked down at his side where Kesi’s dagger was now stuck deep into his flesh, blood starting to trickle down from the wound.
“Hey!” He said, as if the stab was nothing more than a nuisance to him. Azarion was used to pain, he thrived on pain. His animals bit and clawed him all the time, the scars and missing fingers could attest to exactly that. While he knew it hurt, and he could feel the burning in his side, he didn’t scream out in pain or anything, instead his outburst had mostly been surprise. He hadn’t expected her to stab him, though in hindsight, that was exactly what he should have expected. Kesi did like to stab.
He reached down calmly and pulled the dagger from his side, causing the blood to gush out faster, now dripping on the sand directly underneath him. He wiped his blood off her dagger and onto the pants he wore around his hips, then held it out to her, hilt first so she could have it back. He didn’t need her tiny knife.
He furrowed his brows as Kesi seemed even more concerned once she realized it was him. Surely she wasn’t worrying about the knife would in his side? It would take a lot more than that to kill him. Did she really think him so weak?
“I don’t think we need to bother Nem with this.” He said, reaching up, he started peeling some of the sea monster get up off his face so he would look a little less strange. Though, he had never fit in in Egypt anyways, the dressing up like a monster thing surely made him stick out more than usual.
“Though, if you’re worried, you can make it up to me with a strong drink.” He said simply with a grin on his face.
Then he remembered, right, stab wound. He should probably at least find a way to stop the bleeding for the moment. He didn’t think it would kill him, but he knew that blood loss also wasn’t good. First, stop the blood and then get a drink. That sounded like a solid plan to him. While he didn’t worship the Egyptian Gods, he most certainly would take the excuse to drink a lot. Not that he typically needed an excuse to drink, he’d drink anyway. But this was more fun because everyone else was drinking too.
He looked around for a moment, finding himself a scrap of clothing that someone had discarded earlier, he pressed it against his side and wrapped it around himself like some sort of makeshift bandage. It would do for now, he could have the circus doctor look at him later if he needed. For now, he just really wanted a drink.
“Zein! Come on! Drinks!” He said, putting one arm around the others shoulders, he started practically dragging the man forward to find them something to drink. Kesi was free to join them, if she was over the shock of him popping out of the water.
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Azarion was proud of himself, Zein looked shocked at least but most importantly, Kesi looked absolutely horrified. He had done his job, he had gotten her good and scared, Nem would be proud, surely. He had to be some where, watching, right? He sure hoped he had watched. He could feel plenty of eyes on him, but none of them mattered if his leader wasn’t watching the great job he had done.
He didn’t have the chance to look around and see for himself if Nem was watching, because there was a sudden pain and looked down at his side where Kesi’s dagger was now stuck deep into his flesh, blood starting to trickle down from the wound.
“Hey!” He said, as if the stab was nothing more than a nuisance to him. Azarion was used to pain, he thrived on pain. His animals bit and clawed him all the time, the scars and missing fingers could attest to exactly that. While he knew it hurt, and he could feel the burning in his side, he didn’t scream out in pain or anything, instead his outburst had mostly been surprise. He hadn’t expected her to stab him, though in hindsight, that was exactly what he should have expected. Kesi did like to stab.
He reached down calmly and pulled the dagger from his side, causing the blood to gush out faster, now dripping on the sand directly underneath him. He wiped his blood off her dagger and onto the pants he wore around his hips, then held it out to her, hilt first so she could have it back. He didn’t need her tiny knife.
He furrowed his brows as Kesi seemed even more concerned once she realized it was him. Surely she wasn’t worrying about the knife would in his side? It would take a lot more than that to kill him. Did she really think him so weak?
“I don’t think we need to bother Nem with this.” He said, reaching up, he started peeling some of the sea monster get up off his face so he would look a little less strange. Though, he had never fit in in Egypt anyways, the dressing up like a monster thing surely made him stick out more than usual.
“Though, if you’re worried, you can make it up to me with a strong drink.” He said simply with a grin on his face.
Then he remembered, right, stab wound. He should probably at least find a way to stop the bleeding for the moment. He didn’t think it would kill him, but he knew that blood loss also wasn’t good. First, stop the blood and then get a drink. That sounded like a solid plan to him. While he didn’t worship the Egyptian Gods, he most certainly would take the excuse to drink a lot. Not that he typically needed an excuse to drink, he’d drink anyway. But this was more fun because everyone else was drinking too.
He looked around for a moment, finding himself a scrap of clothing that someone had discarded earlier, he pressed it against his side and wrapped it around himself like some sort of makeshift bandage. It would do for now, he could have the circus doctor look at him later if he needed. For now, he just really wanted a drink.
“Zein! Come on! Drinks!” He said, putting one arm around the others shoulders, he started practically dragging the man forward to find them something to drink. Kesi was free to join them, if she was over the shock of him popping out of the water.
Azarion was proud of himself, Zein looked shocked at least but most importantly, Kesi looked absolutely horrified. He had done his job, he had gotten her good and scared, Nem would be proud, surely. He had to be some where, watching, right? He sure hoped he had watched. He could feel plenty of eyes on him, but none of them mattered if his leader wasn’t watching the great job he had done.
He didn’t have the chance to look around and see for himself if Nem was watching, because there was a sudden pain and looked down at his side where Kesi’s dagger was now stuck deep into his flesh, blood starting to trickle down from the wound.
“Hey!” He said, as if the stab was nothing more than a nuisance to him. Azarion was used to pain, he thrived on pain. His animals bit and clawed him all the time, the scars and missing fingers could attest to exactly that. While he knew it hurt, and he could feel the burning in his side, he didn’t scream out in pain or anything, instead his outburst had mostly been surprise. He hadn’t expected her to stab him, though in hindsight, that was exactly what he should have expected. Kesi did like to stab.
He reached down calmly and pulled the dagger from his side, causing the blood to gush out faster, now dripping on the sand directly underneath him. He wiped his blood off her dagger and onto the pants he wore around his hips, then held it out to her, hilt first so she could have it back. He didn’t need her tiny knife.
He furrowed his brows as Kesi seemed even more concerned once she realized it was him. Surely she wasn’t worrying about the knife would in his side? It would take a lot more than that to kill him. Did she really think him so weak?
“I don’t think we need to bother Nem with this.” He said, reaching up, he started peeling some of the sea monster get up off his face so he would look a little less strange. Though, he had never fit in in Egypt anyways, the dressing up like a monster thing surely made him stick out more than usual.
“Though, if you’re worried, you can make it up to me with a strong drink.” He said simply with a grin on his face.
Then he remembered, right, stab wound. He should probably at least find a way to stop the bleeding for the moment. He didn’t think it would kill him, but he knew that blood loss also wasn’t good. First, stop the blood and then get a drink. That sounded like a solid plan to him. While he didn’t worship the Egyptian Gods, he most certainly would take the excuse to drink a lot. Not that he typically needed an excuse to drink, he’d drink anyway. But this was more fun because everyone else was drinking too.
He looked around for a moment, finding himself a scrap of clothing that someone had discarded earlier, he pressed it against his side and wrapped it around himself like some sort of makeshift bandage. It would do for now, he could have the circus doctor look at him later if he needed. For now, he just really wanted a drink.
“Zein! Come on! Drinks!” He said, putting one arm around the others shoulders, he started practically dragging the man forward to find them something to drink. Kesi was free to join them, if she was over the shock of him popping out of the water.
Khufu’s shadow briefly blocked out the light and Nenet watched, open mouthed as he bear hugged Nia. Where maybe she should have been jealous that her book dealer was better friends with her sister, if the cost of that was getting hugged so strongly and deeply, she was perfectly content to be second favorite. Or whatever position this was where she didn’t have to be touched. Everyone touched Nia. Nenet did not like for people to reach out and touch her. Nia tended to but that was different. They were sisters and had slapped, hit, wrestled, catfighting, hugged, cried, been nice (sometimes)...there was deep history. Nenet didn’t have that with Khufu. She was uncomfortable for Nia about the hug even though she knew her sister did not mind. Still, once Khufu sat back down? She was relieved.
A roar somewhere out in the river made her turn her head and she beheld the most massively muscled man she’d ever seen. However, his face? Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying and so she looked back to both Nia and Khufu, whose faces were kinder and much less intimidating. Khufu was explaining to Nia his and her relationship and Nenet was nodding along, her head like a bobbing apple when suddenly it snapped up as Khufu said “Wait right here!”
“Eh?” she slurred, eyes following his every other move. Time had an odd passage at the moment. Both incredibly fast while simultaneously being slow. Nenet was staring at the water and jumped when Khufu brought a stunning young woman with him. “May I introduce you to my absolutely gorgeous and amazing wife, Kahi?”
“Yyyouu fffforggott IINNFFAMMOUS!” Nenet was attempting to be clever with this comment, meaning that Khufu spoke about Kahi a lot. She smiled as though the comment had gone off without a hitch and waved pleasantly at Kahi, too far gone to see anything wrong with her own behavior.
And all at once, yet another librarian appeared. He didn’t seem to have seen her at all though. His eyes were stuck to Nia the way flies drowned in honey. That did sour Nenet a very little bit. The word ‘forgotten’ circled her mind again and she simply flopped backwards onto the grass, closing her eyes and letting the world spin beneath her. She wasn’t entirely aware of all Zoser was to her family, but he wasn’t anything more than platonic to herself and so she had a lot less invested in him than her mother and sister did. Therefore, as he was not speaking to her, she ignored him, too.
Splashing made Nenet open her eyes and she found Sameera floundering towards her. Ah...Smiling, she rose and wandered into the Nile, meeting her friend just at the edge of the bank. That hug Nenet had been glad to avoid earlier was narrowly missed this time, too. Sameera swung and missed, but Nenet leaned down at caught her friend before Sameera face planted in the grasses. The young woman was giggling like crazy and it made Nenet do the same.
“Heya, Nnnnnnete. Net. Netty-netty net. Nenet!”
“Hi?” Nenet laughed, not at all stumbling over that simple word while she was so wasted herself.
All at once, Sameera shrieked. Nenet jumped and in doing so, slipping and fell butt first into the shallows of the Nile. “Ugh!” she lifted her hands, taking off a trailing long seaweedy sort of grass and flicking it accidentally in Nia’s direction. “I’mm w-wet!” she complained and began to peel off her kalasiris. They were all going to be nude soon anyway and the way this was now completely sheer and sticking to her, it literally didn’t matter if she was dressed anymore. She’d as soon dry off as be stuck in this cocoon. Tossing her dress onto the bank, she was left with her gleaming golden collar, golden arm bands, and her gaudy earrings, bangles, rings, and bracelets. Generally she did not wear so much jewelry but this was a festival and it was for Hathor.
While Nenet was doing all this, Sameera was scrambling out of the water, kicking Khufu, and then tugging on Nenet to get her out of the water. Nenet stumbled again, her butt now mooning the other side of the bank. Sameera kept shrinking and Nenet put a finger to her lips with her free arm. “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she squinted, trying to figure out what on earth was wrong. Was it the scary man? She turned and followed Sameera’s line of sight. Yep. Definitely the scary man.
“Iit’ss okkay,” Nenet patted Sameera’s back soothingly. “Iit’ss jjustt m-muscles.” A lot of them. A lickable amount. What? Where did that thought come from...and then she looked back, gaped, watched a blade being removed and felt a little sick.
“C-come on-n, S-sammmeerra,” Nenet pulled on her friend’s arm to take the two of them away from both the crowd and the river monster man. Toth preserve them from ever having to see that again. The air was still hot against her bare skin and her jewelry clinked as she moved. She wasn’t sure where she was trying to take Sameera but just...any place where there weren’t a ton of people and so she could see if her friend was alright because that amount of shrieking? That wasn’t normal….
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Khufu’s shadow briefly blocked out the light and Nenet watched, open mouthed as he bear hugged Nia. Where maybe she should have been jealous that her book dealer was better friends with her sister, if the cost of that was getting hugged so strongly and deeply, she was perfectly content to be second favorite. Or whatever position this was where she didn’t have to be touched. Everyone touched Nia. Nenet did not like for people to reach out and touch her. Nia tended to but that was different. They were sisters and had slapped, hit, wrestled, catfighting, hugged, cried, been nice (sometimes)...there was deep history. Nenet didn’t have that with Khufu. She was uncomfortable for Nia about the hug even though she knew her sister did not mind. Still, once Khufu sat back down? She was relieved.
A roar somewhere out in the river made her turn her head and she beheld the most massively muscled man she’d ever seen. However, his face? Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying and so she looked back to both Nia and Khufu, whose faces were kinder and much less intimidating. Khufu was explaining to Nia his and her relationship and Nenet was nodding along, her head like a bobbing apple when suddenly it snapped up as Khufu said “Wait right here!”
“Eh?” she slurred, eyes following his every other move. Time had an odd passage at the moment. Both incredibly fast while simultaneously being slow. Nenet was staring at the water and jumped when Khufu brought a stunning young woman with him. “May I introduce you to my absolutely gorgeous and amazing wife, Kahi?”
“Yyyouu fffforggott IINNFFAMMOUS!” Nenet was attempting to be clever with this comment, meaning that Khufu spoke about Kahi a lot. She smiled as though the comment had gone off without a hitch and waved pleasantly at Kahi, too far gone to see anything wrong with her own behavior.
And all at once, yet another librarian appeared. He didn’t seem to have seen her at all though. His eyes were stuck to Nia the way flies drowned in honey. That did sour Nenet a very little bit. The word ‘forgotten’ circled her mind again and she simply flopped backwards onto the grass, closing her eyes and letting the world spin beneath her. She wasn’t entirely aware of all Zoser was to her family, but he wasn’t anything more than platonic to herself and so she had a lot less invested in him than her mother and sister did. Therefore, as he was not speaking to her, she ignored him, too.
Splashing made Nenet open her eyes and she found Sameera floundering towards her. Ah...Smiling, she rose and wandered into the Nile, meeting her friend just at the edge of the bank. That hug Nenet had been glad to avoid earlier was narrowly missed this time, too. Sameera swung and missed, but Nenet leaned down at caught her friend before Sameera face planted in the grasses. The young woman was giggling like crazy and it made Nenet do the same.
“Heya, Nnnnnnete. Net. Netty-netty net. Nenet!”
“Hi?” Nenet laughed, not at all stumbling over that simple word while she was so wasted herself.
All at once, Sameera shrieked. Nenet jumped and in doing so, slipping and fell butt first into the shallows of the Nile. “Ugh!” she lifted her hands, taking off a trailing long seaweedy sort of grass and flicking it accidentally in Nia’s direction. “I’mm w-wet!” she complained and began to peel off her kalasiris. They were all going to be nude soon anyway and the way this was now completely sheer and sticking to her, it literally didn’t matter if she was dressed anymore. She’d as soon dry off as be stuck in this cocoon. Tossing her dress onto the bank, she was left with her gleaming golden collar, golden arm bands, and her gaudy earrings, bangles, rings, and bracelets. Generally she did not wear so much jewelry but this was a festival and it was for Hathor.
While Nenet was doing all this, Sameera was scrambling out of the water, kicking Khufu, and then tugging on Nenet to get her out of the water. Nenet stumbled again, her butt now mooning the other side of the bank. Sameera kept shrinking and Nenet put a finger to her lips with her free arm. “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she squinted, trying to figure out what on earth was wrong. Was it the scary man? She turned and followed Sameera’s line of sight. Yep. Definitely the scary man.
“Iit’ss okkay,” Nenet patted Sameera’s back soothingly. “Iit’ss jjustt m-muscles.” A lot of them. A lickable amount. What? Where did that thought come from...and then she looked back, gaped, watched a blade being removed and felt a little sick.
“C-come on-n, S-sammmeerra,” Nenet pulled on her friend’s arm to take the two of them away from both the crowd and the river monster man. Toth preserve them from ever having to see that again. The air was still hot against her bare skin and her jewelry clinked as she moved. She wasn’t sure where she was trying to take Sameera but just...any place where there weren’t a ton of people and so she could see if her friend was alright because that amount of shrieking? That wasn’t normal….
Khufu’s shadow briefly blocked out the light and Nenet watched, open mouthed as he bear hugged Nia. Where maybe she should have been jealous that her book dealer was better friends with her sister, if the cost of that was getting hugged so strongly and deeply, she was perfectly content to be second favorite. Or whatever position this was where she didn’t have to be touched. Everyone touched Nia. Nenet did not like for people to reach out and touch her. Nia tended to but that was different. They were sisters and had slapped, hit, wrestled, catfighting, hugged, cried, been nice (sometimes)...there was deep history. Nenet didn’t have that with Khufu. She was uncomfortable for Nia about the hug even though she knew her sister did not mind. Still, once Khufu sat back down? She was relieved.
A roar somewhere out in the river made her turn her head and she beheld the most massively muscled man she’d ever seen. However, his face? Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying and so she looked back to both Nia and Khufu, whose faces were kinder and much less intimidating. Khufu was explaining to Nia his and her relationship and Nenet was nodding along, her head like a bobbing apple when suddenly it snapped up as Khufu said “Wait right here!”
“Eh?” she slurred, eyes following his every other move. Time had an odd passage at the moment. Both incredibly fast while simultaneously being slow. Nenet was staring at the water and jumped when Khufu brought a stunning young woman with him. “May I introduce you to my absolutely gorgeous and amazing wife, Kahi?”
“Yyyouu fffforggott IINNFFAMMOUS!” Nenet was attempting to be clever with this comment, meaning that Khufu spoke about Kahi a lot. She smiled as though the comment had gone off without a hitch and waved pleasantly at Kahi, too far gone to see anything wrong with her own behavior.
And all at once, yet another librarian appeared. He didn’t seem to have seen her at all though. His eyes were stuck to Nia the way flies drowned in honey. That did sour Nenet a very little bit. The word ‘forgotten’ circled her mind again and she simply flopped backwards onto the grass, closing her eyes and letting the world spin beneath her. She wasn’t entirely aware of all Zoser was to her family, but he wasn’t anything more than platonic to herself and so she had a lot less invested in him than her mother and sister did. Therefore, as he was not speaking to her, she ignored him, too.
Splashing made Nenet open her eyes and she found Sameera floundering towards her. Ah...Smiling, she rose and wandered into the Nile, meeting her friend just at the edge of the bank. That hug Nenet had been glad to avoid earlier was narrowly missed this time, too. Sameera swung and missed, but Nenet leaned down at caught her friend before Sameera face planted in the grasses. The young woman was giggling like crazy and it made Nenet do the same.
“Heya, Nnnnnnete. Net. Netty-netty net. Nenet!”
“Hi?” Nenet laughed, not at all stumbling over that simple word while she was so wasted herself.
All at once, Sameera shrieked. Nenet jumped and in doing so, slipping and fell butt first into the shallows of the Nile. “Ugh!” she lifted her hands, taking off a trailing long seaweedy sort of grass and flicking it accidentally in Nia’s direction. “I’mm w-wet!” she complained and began to peel off her kalasiris. They were all going to be nude soon anyway and the way this was now completely sheer and sticking to her, it literally didn’t matter if she was dressed anymore. She’d as soon dry off as be stuck in this cocoon. Tossing her dress onto the bank, she was left with her gleaming golden collar, golden arm bands, and her gaudy earrings, bangles, rings, and bracelets. Generally she did not wear so much jewelry but this was a festival and it was for Hathor.
While Nenet was doing all this, Sameera was scrambling out of the water, kicking Khufu, and then tugging on Nenet to get her out of the water. Nenet stumbled again, her butt now mooning the other side of the bank. Sameera kept shrinking and Nenet put a finger to her lips with her free arm. “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she squinted, trying to figure out what on earth was wrong. Was it the scary man? She turned and followed Sameera’s line of sight. Yep. Definitely the scary man.
“Iit’ss okkay,” Nenet patted Sameera’s back soothingly. “Iit’ss jjustt m-muscles.” A lot of them. A lickable amount. What? Where did that thought come from...and then she looked back, gaped, watched a blade being removed and felt a little sick.
“C-come on-n, S-sammmeerra,” Nenet pulled on her friend’s arm to take the two of them away from both the crowd and the river monster man. Toth preserve them from ever having to see that again. The air was still hot against her bare skin and her jewelry clinked as she moved. She wasn’t sure where she was trying to take Sameera but just...any place where there weren’t a ton of people and so she could see if her friend was alright because that amount of shrieking? That wasn’t normal….
Drink, and forget your woes.
It was as if the wine had intentions of its own, bewitching the sirdar of Hei Sheifa and emboldening him to practises that he was not given to. He remembered it then, in the house of his wife, and especially now, in the streets of Egypt, as he clasped the shoulder of a stranger and paid for his drink. Onuphrious was waxing good will among the citizenry of Cairo, drink upon drink purchased for other mouths to abate the rumours of his cruelty in the wake of disgrace by revelation. Lies upon lies, stacked so high that one might never reach the end of them. Rumours were quelled, as the sirdar was no longer so fearful of persisting within Cairo.
It was better, to head off these challenges, for the minds of the working class were often allowed to wilt and their perceptions shift with the offering of what Egypt craved most in the world: a good time. Drinks passed by the bottle full, poured into goblets, Onuphrious was all smiles and laughter, a mask for the dread that filled his chest. Would Iaheru be at the Nile with some other man? The very idea of it stoked the anger that had crested within his heart, hardening his softer inclinations and the leniency he'd once possessed. A heart of sand, when stricken by lightning, could become sturdy as molten glass, unworkable by the craftsmen and left to languish, precious but useless, in the very spot it was struck.
In the end, Onuphrious was no coward, intent on basking in the pleasures of the Tekh Festival, if only to keep up the appearance of his benevolence and austerity in the face of adversity. Onuphrious, if anything else, was determined to not be made a fool of. Not again.
Once his head swam with the delicious ebb and flow of wine's influence, he stumbled from the tavern, his coin purse far lighter than it'd been upon his entry, but he held in his hand a relic of his trip. A lotus flower, mashed by a mortar and pestle and suffused with poppy. Just the right tick to give to his wife if she was there, and send her into piddling disgrace lest her betrayals bloomed into infidelity. Onuphrious stowed the mixture in a pouch woven into his shendyt, making his path towards the shore of the Nile, only to catch the site of the pregnant queen first. She reflected much of the poise befitting her position, cradled in linen finery and a network dress. It was quite a shame, that the reigning monarch of Egypt was in the position she was, her youthful visage wasting away under the thumb of a pharaoh that was suspected of the very same sort of deceit that threatened to unravel the Sheifas.
But, Onuphrious' distaste for those in power was to be left for another day. Rather, he stumbled over towards the queen, collecting himself in order to not make a disgrace of his hei as he bowed low to the young woman.
"Your majesty, it's a privilege to see you out and about today, of all days. I hope you find yourself well and revel as the rest of us make a mockery of ourselves."
He chuckled, intent on lifting her hand to his lips if allowed, before excusing himself in his labours to find the woman whose attention he craved most of all, yet lamented as well. Vision blurred at the edges by his intoxication, it took several times of squinting and re-opening those orbs to find the figure he recognized. In the effort, he saw his daughters with one person or another, Nenet and Neithotep just as ignored as they might've been any other day. Their... pursuits did not concern him so long as they succeeded in not making a mockery of themselves. Which, upon further consideration, perhaps they did warrant additional eyes to prevent that. But...
Irrelevant.
This dispute between sirdar and matriarch needed to end. At least, publicly. To show them better off united, it was his objective in locating her. At least, that's what he wanted to assure himself. In truth, he craved her, missing the familiarity of their shared bed and the sensuality that she only exhibited in their private moments. Marred by his demand for her just weeks prior, the conflict of desire, the amorous feelings buried beneath a mountain of rage, and the instinct that waxed in him to spite her, Onuphrious found himself drawing nearer, joining his wife on the rock she had perched on, an arm wrapped about her shoulders before he said,
"Don't make a scene, wife. Give me a kiss and let the world be aware that our differences have been... reconciled."
He waited, for her to obey, his lips curved into an expectant smile.
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Drink, and forget your woes.
It was as if the wine had intentions of its own, bewitching the sirdar of Hei Sheifa and emboldening him to practises that he was not given to. He remembered it then, in the house of his wife, and especially now, in the streets of Egypt, as he clasped the shoulder of a stranger and paid for his drink. Onuphrious was waxing good will among the citizenry of Cairo, drink upon drink purchased for other mouths to abate the rumours of his cruelty in the wake of disgrace by revelation. Lies upon lies, stacked so high that one might never reach the end of them. Rumours were quelled, as the sirdar was no longer so fearful of persisting within Cairo.
It was better, to head off these challenges, for the minds of the working class were often allowed to wilt and their perceptions shift with the offering of what Egypt craved most in the world: a good time. Drinks passed by the bottle full, poured into goblets, Onuphrious was all smiles and laughter, a mask for the dread that filled his chest. Would Iaheru be at the Nile with some other man? The very idea of it stoked the anger that had crested within his heart, hardening his softer inclinations and the leniency he'd once possessed. A heart of sand, when stricken by lightning, could become sturdy as molten glass, unworkable by the craftsmen and left to languish, precious but useless, in the very spot it was struck.
In the end, Onuphrious was no coward, intent on basking in the pleasures of the Tekh Festival, if only to keep up the appearance of his benevolence and austerity in the face of adversity. Onuphrious, if anything else, was determined to not be made a fool of. Not again.
Once his head swam with the delicious ebb and flow of wine's influence, he stumbled from the tavern, his coin purse far lighter than it'd been upon his entry, but he held in his hand a relic of his trip. A lotus flower, mashed by a mortar and pestle and suffused with poppy. Just the right tick to give to his wife if she was there, and send her into piddling disgrace lest her betrayals bloomed into infidelity. Onuphrious stowed the mixture in a pouch woven into his shendyt, making his path towards the shore of the Nile, only to catch the site of the pregnant queen first. She reflected much of the poise befitting her position, cradled in linen finery and a network dress. It was quite a shame, that the reigning monarch of Egypt was in the position she was, her youthful visage wasting away under the thumb of a pharaoh that was suspected of the very same sort of deceit that threatened to unravel the Sheifas.
But, Onuphrious' distaste for those in power was to be left for another day. Rather, he stumbled over towards the queen, collecting himself in order to not make a disgrace of his hei as he bowed low to the young woman.
"Your majesty, it's a privilege to see you out and about today, of all days. I hope you find yourself well and revel as the rest of us make a mockery of ourselves."
He chuckled, intent on lifting her hand to his lips if allowed, before excusing himself in his labours to find the woman whose attention he craved most of all, yet lamented as well. Vision blurred at the edges by his intoxication, it took several times of squinting and re-opening those orbs to find the figure he recognized. In the effort, he saw his daughters with one person or another, Nenet and Neithotep just as ignored as they might've been any other day. Their... pursuits did not concern him so long as they succeeded in not making a mockery of themselves. Which, upon further consideration, perhaps they did warrant additional eyes to prevent that. But...
Irrelevant.
This dispute between sirdar and matriarch needed to end. At least, publicly. To show them better off united, it was his objective in locating her. At least, that's what he wanted to assure himself. In truth, he craved her, missing the familiarity of their shared bed and the sensuality that she only exhibited in their private moments. Marred by his demand for her just weeks prior, the conflict of desire, the amorous feelings buried beneath a mountain of rage, and the instinct that waxed in him to spite her, Onuphrious found himself drawing nearer, joining his wife on the rock she had perched on, an arm wrapped about her shoulders before he said,
"Don't make a scene, wife. Give me a kiss and let the world be aware that our differences have been... reconciled."
He waited, for her to obey, his lips curved into an expectant smile.
Drink, and forget your woes.
It was as if the wine had intentions of its own, bewitching the sirdar of Hei Sheifa and emboldening him to practises that he was not given to. He remembered it then, in the house of his wife, and especially now, in the streets of Egypt, as he clasped the shoulder of a stranger and paid for his drink. Onuphrious was waxing good will among the citizenry of Cairo, drink upon drink purchased for other mouths to abate the rumours of his cruelty in the wake of disgrace by revelation. Lies upon lies, stacked so high that one might never reach the end of them. Rumours were quelled, as the sirdar was no longer so fearful of persisting within Cairo.
It was better, to head off these challenges, for the minds of the working class were often allowed to wilt and their perceptions shift with the offering of what Egypt craved most in the world: a good time. Drinks passed by the bottle full, poured into goblets, Onuphrious was all smiles and laughter, a mask for the dread that filled his chest. Would Iaheru be at the Nile with some other man? The very idea of it stoked the anger that had crested within his heart, hardening his softer inclinations and the leniency he'd once possessed. A heart of sand, when stricken by lightning, could become sturdy as molten glass, unworkable by the craftsmen and left to languish, precious but useless, in the very spot it was struck.
In the end, Onuphrious was no coward, intent on basking in the pleasures of the Tekh Festival, if only to keep up the appearance of his benevolence and austerity in the face of adversity. Onuphrious, if anything else, was determined to not be made a fool of. Not again.
Once his head swam with the delicious ebb and flow of wine's influence, he stumbled from the tavern, his coin purse far lighter than it'd been upon his entry, but he held in his hand a relic of his trip. A lotus flower, mashed by a mortar and pestle and suffused with poppy. Just the right tick to give to his wife if she was there, and send her into piddling disgrace lest her betrayals bloomed into infidelity. Onuphrious stowed the mixture in a pouch woven into his shendyt, making his path towards the shore of the Nile, only to catch the site of the pregnant queen first. She reflected much of the poise befitting her position, cradled in linen finery and a network dress. It was quite a shame, that the reigning monarch of Egypt was in the position she was, her youthful visage wasting away under the thumb of a pharaoh that was suspected of the very same sort of deceit that threatened to unravel the Sheifas.
But, Onuphrious' distaste for those in power was to be left for another day. Rather, he stumbled over towards the queen, collecting himself in order to not make a disgrace of his hei as he bowed low to the young woman.
"Your majesty, it's a privilege to see you out and about today, of all days. I hope you find yourself well and revel as the rest of us make a mockery of ourselves."
He chuckled, intent on lifting her hand to his lips if allowed, before excusing himself in his labours to find the woman whose attention he craved most of all, yet lamented as well. Vision blurred at the edges by his intoxication, it took several times of squinting and re-opening those orbs to find the figure he recognized. In the effort, he saw his daughters with one person or another, Nenet and Neithotep just as ignored as they might've been any other day. Their... pursuits did not concern him so long as they succeeded in not making a mockery of themselves. Which, upon further consideration, perhaps they did warrant additional eyes to prevent that. But...
Irrelevant.
This dispute between sirdar and matriarch needed to end. At least, publicly. To show them better off united, it was his objective in locating her. At least, that's what he wanted to assure himself. In truth, he craved her, missing the familiarity of their shared bed and the sensuality that she only exhibited in their private moments. Marred by his demand for her just weeks prior, the conflict of desire, the amorous feelings buried beneath a mountain of rage, and the instinct that waxed in him to spite her, Onuphrious found himself drawing nearer, joining his wife on the rock she had perched on, an arm wrapped about her shoulders before he said,
"Don't make a scene, wife. Give me a kiss and let the world be aware that our differences have been... reconciled."
He waited, for her to obey, his lips curved into an expectant smile.
Well this is turning into quite the disaster, Zein thought, marveling at the fact that he seemed to be the most sane one here. He needed more to drink. This was why he never told people where he was going before—why he had always been so independent. The main reason he was interested in checking out this festival was clearly never going to happen now. Especially now that his companion was well and truly terrified of the water. She would not be leaving his side. Zein could not leave her with Azarion either since he had just scared the living daylights out of Kesi. Was this Nem’s way of making sure Zein watched over his sister? No doubt while he was off having his own marvelously fun time.
Good on him, Zein supposed. He had been outplayed and hadn’t even realized it. That was what it was like being a new member of a group. Even though he had been there for nearly a year, there was still a lot of learning to be done about the all dynamics that happened with this crew. They were family, that was for sure, but the history there was still something of a mystery to Zein. Like why was Kesi so afraid of the Nile? And why was Nem apparently so determined to keep her out of it? Zein couldn’t claim that last suspicion as valid, but he sensed that Azarion wouldn’t have come up with this plan on his own volitation. What was there to gain?
And why was Zein being so analytical about everything? He took another swig of his drink to calm down some, but in his movement, Kesi sprang from her seat and rushed at the scary monster. It happened all too quickly for the juggler to react, though he jumped to his feet when he saw she had plunged a dagger into Azarion. Fuck, he swore inwardly, moving toward the pair before any more unnecessary violence occurred.
The next thing he knew, Kesi was standing behind him like she was suddenly in trouble after just having stabbed a man. He liked her, but boy did he not understand this woman. And what was this obsession with the Nile? At this rate, Zein nearly wanted to drown himself in it just to escape all of the nagging about it. It was just a river!
Zein was not superstitious nor did he truly believe in the gods, so perhaps this was just something he would never understand, but he didn’t think people needed to be dressing up as monsters or needlessly fearing some water just to prove a point. Zein had to stop himself from rolling his eyes when Kesi claimed that Az had been corrupted by the Nile. Who knew? Perhaps he had been. All he did know was that he didn’t want the big man to bleed out on them. He definitely did not want to explain that to Nem nor figure out how he was going to get the body back to the circus.
Feeling completely sober, as though he’d had nothing to drink at all, Zein assessed the situation before him. Azarion brushed everything off as though he was fine, wrapping a scrap of clothing around his side. Zein didn’t know much about healing, but years of living on his own and tending to his own wounds had taught him that a dirty bandage wasn’t going to do the trick. What, did these people think they were invincible?
Before Zein could do anything about it, Azarion was looping his arm around him dragging him back to the tent with drinks. He could certainly use one. Or ten. However, he had the sinking feeling that he was going to have to stay sober in order to get them all home in one piece.
“Aye, all right,” he acquiesced, “Though, I’m going to get you a clean cloth and something to clean that wound with. You’re filthy.” He was no expert, but dirt was not good for wounds. He had learned that the hard way.
“C’mon, Kesi,” Zein said, turning around before they could get too far. “We’ll make sure Azarion gets the help needs. I think a drink might be needed for all of us.”
When they finally got back to the drink tent, Zein installed Azarion at a table, hoping he could trust Kesi not to stab him again, then went in search of some clean cloths and more things to drink. A pretty smile with the maid at the bar earned him some free things to clean Az’s wound and she promised to stop by with a special drink for him later. At least something was still going right.
“Here,” he said, returning to their table with a small bottle of alcohol and some clean bandages. “We have to pour this over your wound. It’ll sting, but…uh, it will clear the evil spirits of the river from your body.” He glanced at Kesi, hoping that would earn her approval. “Then some clean bandages so that the spirits can’t come back and claim you again.”
Oh what a day this was turning out to be, he thought, shaking his head as he began to tend to the stab wound in Azarion’s side. He hoped that the bar maid would return with their drinks quickly. He sure could use one.
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Well this is turning into quite the disaster, Zein thought, marveling at the fact that he seemed to be the most sane one here. He needed more to drink. This was why he never told people where he was going before—why he had always been so independent. The main reason he was interested in checking out this festival was clearly never going to happen now. Especially now that his companion was well and truly terrified of the water. She would not be leaving his side. Zein could not leave her with Azarion either since he had just scared the living daylights out of Kesi. Was this Nem’s way of making sure Zein watched over his sister? No doubt while he was off having his own marvelously fun time.
Good on him, Zein supposed. He had been outplayed and hadn’t even realized it. That was what it was like being a new member of a group. Even though he had been there for nearly a year, there was still a lot of learning to be done about the all dynamics that happened with this crew. They were family, that was for sure, but the history there was still something of a mystery to Zein. Like why was Kesi so afraid of the Nile? And why was Nem apparently so determined to keep her out of it? Zein couldn’t claim that last suspicion as valid, but he sensed that Azarion wouldn’t have come up with this plan on his own volitation. What was there to gain?
And why was Zein being so analytical about everything? He took another swig of his drink to calm down some, but in his movement, Kesi sprang from her seat and rushed at the scary monster. It happened all too quickly for the juggler to react, though he jumped to his feet when he saw she had plunged a dagger into Azarion. Fuck, he swore inwardly, moving toward the pair before any more unnecessary violence occurred.
The next thing he knew, Kesi was standing behind him like she was suddenly in trouble after just having stabbed a man. He liked her, but boy did he not understand this woman. And what was this obsession with the Nile? At this rate, Zein nearly wanted to drown himself in it just to escape all of the nagging about it. It was just a river!
Zein was not superstitious nor did he truly believe in the gods, so perhaps this was just something he would never understand, but he didn’t think people needed to be dressing up as monsters or needlessly fearing some water just to prove a point. Zein had to stop himself from rolling his eyes when Kesi claimed that Az had been corrupted by the Nile. Who knew? Perhaps he had been. All he did know was that he didn’t want the big man to bleed out on them. He definitely did not want to explain that to Nem nor figure out how he was going to get the body back to the circus.
Feeling completely sober, as though he’d had nothing to drink at all, Zein assessed the situation before him. Azarion brushed everything off as though he was fine, wrapping a scrap of clothing around his side. Zein didn’t know much about healing, but years of living on his own and tending to his own wounds had taught him that a dirty bandage wasn’t going to do the trick. What, did these people think they were invincible?
Before Zein could do anything about it, Azarion was looping his arm around him dragging him back to the tent with drinks. He could certainly use one. Or ten. However, he had the sinking feeling that he was going to have to stay sober in order to get them all home in one piece.
“Aye, all right,” he acquiesced, “Though, I’m going to get you a clean cloth and something to clean that wound with. You’re filthy.” He was no expert, but dirt was not good for wounds. He had learned that the hard way.
“C’mon, Kesi,” Zein said, turning around before they could get too far. “We’ll make sure Azarion gets the help needs. I think a drink might be needed for all of us.”
When they finally got back to the drink tent, Zein installed Azarion at a table, hoping he could trust Kesi not to stab him again, then went in search of some clean cloths and more things to drink. A pretty smile with the maid at the bar earned him some free things to clean Az’s wound and she promised to stop by with a special drink for him later. At least something was still going right.
“Here,” he said, returning to their table with a small bottle of alcohol and some clean bandages. “We have to pour this over your wound. It’ll sting, but…uh, it will clear the evil spirits of the river from your body.” He glanced at Kesi, hoping that would earn her approval. “Then some clean bandages so that the spirits can’t come back and claim you again.”
Oh what a day this was turning out to be, he thought, shaking his head as he began to tend to the stab wound in Azarion’s side. He hoped that the bar maid would return with their drinks quickly. He sure could use one.
Well this is turning into quite the disaster, Zein thought, marveling at the fact that he seemed to be the most sane one here. He needed more to drink. This was why he never told people where he was going before—why he had always been so independent. The main reason he was interested in checking out this festival was clearly never going to happen now. Especially now that his companion was well and truly terrified of the water. She would not be leaving his side. Zein could not leave her with Azarion either since he had just scared the living daylights out of Kesi. Was this Nem’s way of making sure Zein watched over his sister? No doubt while he was off having his own marvelously fun time.
Good on him, Zein supposed. He had been outplayed and hadn’t even realized it. That was what it was like being a new member of a group. Even though he had been there for nearly a year, there was still a lot of learning to be done about the all dynamics that happened with this crew. They were family, that was for sure, but the history there was still something of a mystery to Zein. Like why was Kesi so afraid of the Nile? And why was Nem apparently so determined to keep her out of it? Zein couldn’t claim that last suspicion as valid, but he sensed that Azarion wouldn’t have come up with this plan on his own volitation. What was there to gain?
And why was Zein being so analytical about everything? He took another swig of his drink to calm down some, but in his movement, Kesi sprang from her seat and rushed at the scary monster. It happened all too quickly for the juggler to react, though he jumped to his feet when he saw she had plunged a dagger into Azarion. Fuck, he swore inwardly, moving toward the pair before any more unnecessary violence occurred.
The next thing he knew, Kesi was standing behind him like she was suddenly in trouble after just having stabbed a man. He liked her, but boy did he not understand this woman. And what was this obsession with the Nile? At this rate, Zein nearly wanted to drown himself in it just to escape all of the nagging about it. It was just a river!
Zein was not superstitious nor did he truly believe in the gods, so perhaps this was just something he would never understand, but he didn’t think people needed to be dressing up as monsters or needlessly fearing some water just to prove a point. Zein had to stop himself from rolling his eyes when Kesi claimed that Az had been corrupted by the Nile. Who knew? Perhaps he had been. All he did know was that he didn’t want the big man to bleed out on them. He definitely did not want to explain that to Nem nor figure out how he was going to get the body back to the circus.
Feeling completely sober, as though he’d had nothing to drink at all, Zein assessed the situation before him. Azarion brushed everything off as though he was fine, wrapping a scrap of clothing around his side. Zein didn’t know much about healing, but years of living on his own and tending to his own wounds had taught him that a dirty bandage wasn’t going to do the trick. What, did these people think they were invincible?
Before Zein could do anything about it, Azarion was looping his arm around him dragging him back to the tent with drinks. He could certainly use one. Or ten. However, he had the sinking feeling that he was going to have to stay sober in order to get them all home in one piece.
“Aye, all right,” he acquiesced, “Though, I’m going to get you a clean cloth and something to clean that wound with. You’re filthy.” He was no expert, but dirt was not good for wounds. He had learned that the hard way.
“C’mon, Kesi,” Zein said, turning around before they could get too far. “We’ll make sure Azarion gets the help needs. I think a drink might be needed for all of us.”
When they finally got back to the drink tent, Zein installed Azarion at a table, hoping he could trust Kesi not to stab him again, then went in search of some clean cloths and more things to drink. A pretty smile with the maid at the bar earned him some free things to clean Az’s wound and she promised to stop by with a special drink for him later. At least something was still going right.
“Here,” he said, returning to their table with a small bottle of alcohol and some clean bandages. “We have to pour this over your wound. It’ll sting, but…uh, it will clear the evil spirits of the river from your body.” He glanced at Kesi, hoping that would earn her approval. “Then some clean bandages so that the spirits can’t come back and claim you again.”
Oh what a day this was turning out to be, he thought, shaking his head as he began to tend to the stab wound in Azarion’s side. He hoped that the bar maid would return with their drinks quickly. He sure could use one.
Hatsheput's gaze traveled to the Nile, admiring the way the sun’s rays played upon the water, gilding it with an iridescent glow. The splashes the revelers made as they entered the river looked like sprays of diamonds. Oh, how she wished that Osorsen was here by her side! It seemed wrong to enjoy such a beautiful view knowing that he was risking his life fighting for her kingdom. Battlefields were bloody and perilous. Was he engaged with the Greeks now, proving how magnificent a general he was? She did not think that he had been injured. The bond between them was so strong and deep that she believed that she would know if anything happened to him.
Still, she feared for his safety and for Sutekh’s too. She was absolutely positive that Iahotep was going to make an attempt on her half-brother's life. He was no threat to him, but for some reason, he wanted him dead. Osorsen had promised to protect him, but the cruel Pharaoh was a cunning man and would do his best to keep them apart.
The young Queen went to the Grand Temple every day and left offerings at the feet of each statue, dropping to he knees and praying, much like she had done at her coronation a decade ago. This time, along with praying for the strength and wisdom to rule well, she implored them to watch over her loved ones and bring them safely home to her. She prayed for the rest of her subjects who had gone to fight for Egypt as well. Each one of them was precious to her and if they should fall, she would provide for the families they left behind.
Last year, Osorsen had celebrated the Tekh festival, but they had stayed far from each other so that nobody, especially her mother, would guess that that they were lovers. Hatshepsut had stolen glances at him, admiring him from afar while she imbibed as much fine wine as her mother allowed. She had watched him as he emerged from the river, resplendent in all his nude glory, and had felt his eyes upon her as she did the same. His gaze was different than all the others. It burned into her soul and made her heart dance with joy.
Tahira’s low growl brought her out of her reverie. Her eyes spun to the front of the pavilion and she smiled as she saw Skylla approach her and bow. Hatshepsut could tell that she had been drinking but she was not completely inebriated. “Be quiet, Tahira, you know her,” she whispered. The caracal was on edge today because of all the people, but she calmed down and started purring when Skylla scratched her behind her ears. The woman had a way with animals. She had noticed that before.
“Thank you, Skylla.” She was glad that the physician decided to stay with her. The Queen had grown fond of her during the last few months and considered her a friend. She had done much to help her deal with her pregnancy, including telling her what to expect. Hatshepsut trusted her with her life. “I am doing very well, actually. I think my illness is gone for good just as you promised. The baby is fine as well, I can feel him kick now. It’s more like a flutter, really. He does like to remind me that he exists, as if I could ever forget it.”
Skylla asked about the meaning of the Tekh festival but before she could answer, Sirdar H’Shiefa approached them, bowing respectfully. Hatshepsut wasn’t sure how she felt about him because of what he had done to Sutekh. She understood his anger at discovering his wife had been forced into the bed of the former Pharaoh, the Queen’s own father. But how could he just abandon a boy whom he had raised as his own? She also wondered if he had been one of the council members who had pushed for Iahotep to be Pharaoh. If he had been, he would regret that decision if he discovered that Iahotep had done the same thing to his daughter as the former Pharaoh had done to his wife, only much much worse. That, however, was not her story to tell.
She smiled at him politely when he rose and she held out her hand to be kissed. “Thank you for your good wishes, Sirdar. I cannot imagine you ever acting foolish, but today everyone is allowed to do so. Everyone but me.” She glanced toward Skylla. “I would never do anything to harm the next Pharaoh of Egypt.”
The older man moved on, and she began to explain the festival to Skylla. “It probably seems odd to outsiders that one of our most sacred festivals involves getting drunk and naked.” Her dark eyes traveled back to the river. “But it is a tribute to the goddess Hathor.” Something was moving in the water, something large and menacing. “Hathor is the goddess of pleasure and fertility so ...”
Her voice trailed off as what looked like a huge sea monster rose from the Nile. She grabbed Skylla’s arm and gasped. “What in the name of all the gods is that?” she asked. A few people screamed but it turned out to be a man in some kind of weird costume, who went over to join a group of people who were associated with the circus.
Hatshespsut dropped her hand back to her lap. “It figures that the circus folk would play a prank on a sacred occasion. Then again, they are called the Tempest of Set. Perhaps they were just trying to cause a bit of chaos to please their chosen god.”
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Hatsheput's gaze traveled to the Nile, admiring the way the sun’s rays played upon the water, gilding it with an iridescent glow. The splashes the revelers made as they entered the river looked like sprays of diamonds. Oh, how she wished that Osorsen was here by her side! It seemed wrong to enjoy such a beautiful view knowing that he was risking his life fighting for her kingdom. Battlefields were bloody and perilous. Was he engaged with the Greeks now, proving how magnificent a general he was? She did not think that he had been injured. The bond between them was so strong and deep that she believed that she would know if anything happened to him.
Still, she feared for his safety and for Sutekh’s too. She was absolutely positive that Iahotep was going to make an attempt on her half-brother's life. He was no threat to him, but for some reason, he wanted him dead. Osorsen had promised to protect him, but the cruel Pharaoh was a cunning man and would do his best to keep them apart.
The young Queen went to the Grand Temple every day and left offerings at the feet of each statue, dropping to he knees and praying, much like she had done at her coronation a decade ago. This time, along with praying for the strength and wisdom to rule well, she implored them to watch over her loved ones and bring them safely home to her. She prayed for the rest of her subjects who had gone to fight for Egypt as well. Each one of them was precious to her and if they should fall, she would provide for the families they left behind.
Last year, Osorsen had celebrated the Tekh festival, but they had stayed far from each other so that nobody, especially her mother, would guess that that they were lovers. Hatshepsut had stolen glances at him, admiring him from afar while she imbibed as much fine wine as her mother allowed. She had watched him as he emerged from the river, resplendent in all his nude glory, and had felt his eyes upon her as she did the same. His gaze was different than all the others. It burned into her soul and made her heart dance with joy.
Tahira’s low growl brought her out of her reverie. Her eyes spun to the front of the pavilion and she smiled as she saw Skylla approach her and bow. Hatshepsut could tell that she had been drinking but she was not completely inebriated. “Be quiet, Tahira, you know her,” she whispered. The caracal was on edge today because of all the people, but she calmed down and started purring when Skylla scratched her behind her ears. The woman had a way with animals. She had noticed that before.
“Thank you, Skylla.” She was glad that the physician decided to stay with her. The Queen had grown fond of her during the last few months and considered her a friend. She had done much to help her deal with her pregnancy, including telling her what to expect. Hatshepsut trusted her with her life. “I am doing very well, actually. I think my illness is gone for good just as you promised. The baby is fine as well, I can feel him kick now. It’s more like a flutter, really. He does like to remind me that he exists, as if I could ever forget it.”
Skylla asked about the meaning of the Tekh festival but before she could answer, Sirdar H’Shiefa approached them, bowing respectfully. Hatshepsut wasn’t sure how she felt about him because of what he had done to Sutekh. She understood his anger at discovering his wife had been forced into the bed of the former Pharaoh, the Queen’s own father. But how could he just abandon a boy whom he had raised as his own? She also wondered if he had been one of the council members who had pushed for Iahotep to be Pharaoh. If he had been, he would regret that decision if he discovered that Iahotep had done the same thing to his daughter as the former Pharaoh had done to his wife, only much much worse. That, however, was not her story to tell.
She smiled at him politely when he rose and she held out her hand to be kissed. “Thank you for your good wishes, Sirdar. I cannot imagine you ever acting foolish, but today everyone is allowed to do so. Everyone but me.” She glanced toward Skylla. “I would never do anything to harm the next Pharaoh of Egypt.”
The older man moved on, and she began to explain the festival to Skylla. “It probably seems odd to outsiders that one of our most sacred festivals involves getting drunk and naked.” Her dark eyes traveled back to the river. “But it is a tribute to the goddess Hathor.” Something was moving in the water, something large and menacing. “Hathor is the goddess of pleasure and fertility so ...”
Her voice trailed off as what looked like a huge sea monster rose from the Nile. She grabbed Skylla’s arm and gasped. “What in the name of all the gods is that?” she asked. A few people screamed but it turned out to be a man in some kind of weird costume, who went over to join a group of people who were associated with the circus.
Hatshespsut dropped her hand back to her lap. “It figures that the circus folk would play a prank on a sacred occasion. Then again, they are called the Tempest of Set. Perhaps they were just trying to cause a bit of chaos to please their chosen god.”
Hatsheput's gaze traveled to the Nile, admiring the way the sun’s rays played upon the water, gilding it with an iridescent glow. The splashes the revelers made as they entered the river looked like sprays of diamonds. Oh, how she wished that Osorsen was here by her side! It seemed wrong to enjoy such a beautiful view knowing that he was risking his life fighting for her kingdom. Battlefields were bloody and perilous. Was he engaged with the Greeks now, proving how magnificent a general he was? She did not think that he had been injured. The bond between them was so strong and deep that she believed that she would know if anything happened to him.
Still, she feared for his safety and for Sutekh’s too. She was absolutely positive that Iahotep was going to make an attempt on her half-brother's life. He was no threat to him, but for some reason, he wanted him dead. Osorsen had promised to protect him, but the cruel Pharaoh was a cunning man and would do his best to keep them apart.
The young Queen went to the Grand Temple every day and left offerings at the feet of each statue, dropping to he knees and praying, much like she had done at her coronation a decade ago. This time, along with praying for the strength and wisdom to rule well, she implored them to watch over her loved ones and bring them safely home to her. She prayed for the rest of her subjects who had gone to fight for Egypt as well. Each one of them was precious to her and if they should fall, she would provide for the families they left behind.
Last year, Osorsen had celebrated the Tekh festival, but they had stayed far from each other so that nobody, especially her mother, would guess that that they were lovers. Hatshepsut had stolen glances at him, admiring him from afar while she imbibed as much fine wine as her mother allowed. She had watched him as he emerged from the river, resplendent in all his nude glory, and had felt his eyes upon her as she did the same. His gaze was different than all the others. It burned into her soul and made her heart dance with joy.
Tahira’s low growl brought her out of her reverie. Her eyes spun to the front of the pavilion and she smiled as she saw Skylla approach her and bow. Hatshepsut could tell that she had been drinking but she was not completely inebriated. “Be quiet, Tahira, you know her,” she whispered. The caracal was on edge today because of all the people, but she calmed down and started purring when Skylla scratched her behind her ears. The woman had a way with animals. She had noticed that before.
“Thank you, Skylla.” She was glad that the physician decided to stay with her. The Queen had grown fond of her during the last few months and considered her a friend. She had done much to help her deal with her pregnancy, including telling her what to expect. Hatshepsut trusted her with her life. “I am doing very well, actually. I think my illness is gone for good just as you promised. The baby is fine as well, I can feel him kick now. It’s more like a flutter, really. He does like to remind me that he exists, as if I could ever forget it.”
Skylla asked about the meaning of the Tekh festival but before she could answer, Sirdar H’Shiefa approached them, bowing respectfully. Hatshepsut wasn’t sure how she felt about him because of what he had done to Sutekh. She understood his anger at discovering his wife had been forced into the bed of the former Pharaoh, the Queen’s own father. But how could he just abandon a boy whom he had raised as his own? She also wondered if he had been one of the council members who had pushed for Iahotep to be Pharaoh. If he had been, he would regret that decision if he discovered that Iahotep had done the same thing to his daughter as the former Pharaoh had done to his wife, only much much worse. That, however, was not her story to tell.
She smiled at him politely when he rose and she held out her hand to be kissed. “Thank you for your good wishes, Sirdar. I cannot imagine you ever acting foolish, but today everyone is allowed to do so. Everyone but me.” She glanced toward Skylla. “I would never do anything to harm the next Pharaoh of Egypt.”
The older man moved on, and she began to explain the festival to Skylla. “It probably seems odd to outsiders that one of our most sacred festivals involves getting drunk and naked.” Her dark eyes traveled back to the river. “But it is a tribute to the goddess Hathor.” Something was moving in the water, something large and menacing. “Hathor is the goddess of pleasure and fertility so ...”
Her voice trailed off as what looked like a huge sea monster rose from the Nile. She grabbed Skylla’s arm and gasped. “What in the name of all the gods is that?” she asked. A few people screamed but it turned out to be a man in some kind of weird costume, who went over to join a group of people who were associated with the circus.
Hatshespsut dropped her hand back to her lap. “It figures that the circus folk would play a prank on a sacred occasion. Then again, they are called the Tempest of Set. Perhaps they were just trying to cause a bit of chaos to please their chosen god.”
Hena smirked a little as Ana mentioned waiting for someone, stating she was waiting for a prince. He wasn’t quite a prince yet, but who knew in the future. The current pharaoh wouldn’t rule forever, especially not after what he had done to Nia. Hena was always a man of lofty goals after all.
“Your secret is safe with me.” He said softly, going along with her little statement. He leaned down to kiss her again, not able to get enough of the woman in front of him.
His attentions were pulled from looking around to looking back at her as she admitted she wasn’t sure when she was supposed to be in the river.
“Not yet, my star. I will have you wet and naked soon enough.” He said with a bit of a smirk, tilting her chin up a bit with one of his hands. He dropped his hand and instead took one of her hands in his, pulling her out of the water and back up to the shore. He had the servants pour them each a cup of wine, holding hers out for her.
And then there was a bunch of screaming and commotion, and his attention was drawn to look over to where it was coming from. There was some large man, he was dressed in some weird costume, dripping wet and had a knife sticking out of his side. Hena blinked, trying to figure out what was even going on. But he shook his head a little.
He didn’t know any of those people and he was glad for that as he watched the man pull the knife from his side.
His eyes briefly landed on his parents, and his gentle smile turned to a frown. He had expected them to be there, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He hoped that neither would think to come over and interact with him. The last thing he wanted was the two of them ruining his day.
He turned his attention to Ana once more, downing his cup of wine in one drink, motioning for a slave to pour him more.
“You honour Hathor well, your beauty draws the attention of every man with any sense, their desire for you can be felt in the air.” He said, his grin coming back as he turned his focus to his lover instead of his hatred for his parents.
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Hena smirked a little as Ana mentioned waiting for someone, stating she was waiting for a prince. He wasn’t quite a prince yet, but who knew in the future. The current pharaoh wouldn’t rule forever, especially not after what he had done to Nia. Hena was always a man of lofty goals after all.
“Your secret is safe with me.” He said softly, going along with her little statement. He leaned down to kiss her again, not able to get enough of the woman in front of him.
His attentions were pulled from looking around to looking back at her as she admitted she wasn’t sure when she was supposed to be in the river.
“Not yet, my star. I will have you wet and naked soon enough.” He said with a bit of a smirk, tilting her chin up a bit with one of his hands. He dropped his hand and instead took one of her hands in his, pulling her out of the water and back up to the shore. He had the servants pour them each a cup of wine, holding hers out for her.
And then there was a bunch of screaming and commotion, and his attention was drawn to look over to where it was coming from. There was some large man, he was dressed in some weird costume, dripping wet and had a knife sticking out of his side. Hena blinked, trying to figure out what was even going on. But he shook his head a little.
He didn’t know any of those people and he was glad for that as he watched the man pull the knife from his side.
His eyes briefly landed on his parents, and his gentle smile turned to a frown. He had expected them to be there, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He hoped that neither would think to come over and interact with him. The last thing he wanted was the two of them ruining his day.
He turned his attention to Ana once more, downing his cup of wine in one drink, motioning for a slave to pour him more.
“You honour Hathor well, your beauty draws the attention of every man with any sense, their desire for you can be felt in the air.” He said, his grin coming back as he turned his focus to his lover instead of his hatred for his parents.
Hena smirked a little as Ana mentioned waiting for someone, stating she was waiting for a prince. He wasn’t quite a prince yet, but who knew in the future. The current pharaoh wouldn’t rule forever, especially not after what he had done to Nia. Hena was always a man of lofty goals after all.
“Your secret is safe with me.” He said softly, going along with her little statement. He leaned down to kiss her again, not able to get enough of the woman in front of him.
His attentions were pulled from looking around to looking back at her as she admitted she wasn’t sure when she was supposed to be in the river.
“Not yet, my star. I will have you wet and naked soon enough.” He said with a bit of a smirk, tilting her chin up a bit with one of his hands. He dropped his hand and instead took one of her hands in his, pulling her out of the water and back up to the shore. He had the servants pour them each a cup of wine, holding hers out for her.
And then there was a bunch of screaming and commotion, and his attention was drawn to look over to where it was coming from. There was some large man, he was dressed in some weird costume, dripping wet and had a knife sticking out of his side. Hena blinked, trying to figure out what was even going on. But he shook his head a little.
He didn’t know any of those people and he was glad for that as he watched the man pull the knife from his side.
His eyes briefly landed on his parents, and his gentle smile turned to a frown. He had expected them to be there, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He hoped that neither would think to come over and interact with him. The last thing he wanted was the two of them ruining his day.
He turned his attention to Ana once more, downing his cup of wine in one drink, motioning for a slave to pour him more.
“You honour Hathor well, your beauty draws the attention of every man with any sense, their desire for you can be felt in the air.” He said, his grin coming back as he turned his focus to his lover instead of his hatred for his parents.
Zoser made quick to take a deep swallow of wine, a sore attempt at trying to calm the instant bubbling of nerves that flitted in his stomach at the sight of Neithotep there before him. It was an instant reaction, like the prickling of hair at the back of the neck in a cold breeze, or the sting of scalding sand beneath bare feet. It was yearning and want, but among this company, it had to be so little...it had to be nothing.
At least, in front of their eyes.
Before the eyes of Hathor, though. If the goddess watched them now, their resistance might be an insult, right? Well, there was only one solution then.
He returned her smile, his eyes unable to look away from her, as he commandeered the wine that Khufu neglected for the attention he paid to wife. Stepping in closer to her only so he could pour wine into her cup, he used his other hand to help steady the cup in her hand...purposefully letting his fingers brush her skin lightly as he poured the cup.
"Indeed. I find, these days, that I have more thanks to offer her than ever before..." he murmured, words innocent in their common company but laced with every ounce of desire simply for her. It shone in his eyes for the briefest of moments, before a scream pierced the air and a flurry of motion around the river caught his attention.
Screams of 'river monster' had his superstitious heart jump into his throat a moment and he dropped the bottle of wine, which landed in the sand with a thud and a slight splash against his leg. His free arm seemed to have a mind of its own, then wound its way around her waist and instinctively began to back them away from the water. Eyes wide and trying to sort through the chaos for the moment, it all became clear as it was not a monster but one of the circus oddities that seemed to play some sort of pranks.
A grumble escaped him as his brows knit together in disdain. The sooner they moved on and away from Cairo during these uncertain times, the better. They offered amusement for some, certainly, but for Zoser it had become more of a headache than anything. A nuisance. One that he hoped was on its merry way before too long.
In that thought, it took him a moment to realize that his hands still held protectively onto Nia for a moment, but looking down at her he realized it...and did not wish to remove them from her ever again.
With their companions distracted by the chaos, some skittering off further away, Zoser continued to guide them to back away from the faces too familiar, towards some of the thick reeds that had edged the little beach Khufu had found.
It was a perfect escape. The wisps of the stalks tried to cling to his hair for a moment, but once he withdrew them deeper within, he glanced around to see if they were alone.
And they were.
The water of the Nile lapped quietly around their ankles and the reeds rustled, muffling the sounds of others nearby, yet now seemingly worlds away. Without warning or word, Zoser framed her face with his hands and pulled her into a passionate, unrestrained kiss, trusting that the sounds and distractions around them could mask any evidence of their new secret hideaway.
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Zoser made quick to take a deep swallow of wine, a sore attempt at trying to calm the instant bubbling of nerves that flitted in his stomach at the sight of Neithotep there before him. It was an instant reaction, like the prickling of hair at the back of the neck in a cold breeze, or the sting of scalding sand beneath bare feet. It was yearning and want, but among this company, it had to be so little...it had to be nothing.
At least, in front of their eyes.
Before the eyes of Hathor, though. If the goddess watched them now, their resistance might be an insult, right? Well, there was only one solution then.
He returned her smile, his eyes unable to look away from her, as he commandeered the wine that Khufu neglected for the attention he paid to wife. Stepping in closer to her only so he could pour wine into her cup, he used his other hand to help steady the cup in her hand...purposefully letting his fingers brush her skin lightly as he poured the cup.
"Indeed. I find, these days, that I have more thanks to offer her than ever before..." he murmured, words innocent in their common company but laced with every ounce of desire simply for her. It shone in his eyes for the briefest of moments, before a scream pierced the air and a flurry of motion around the river caught his attention.
Screams of 'river monster' had his superstitious heart jump into his throat a moment and he dropped the bottle of wine, which landed in the sand with a thud and a slight splash against his leg. His free arm seemed to have a mind of its own, then wound its way around her waist and instinctively began to back them away from the water. Eyes wide and trying to sort through the chaos for the moment, it all became clear as it was not a monster but one of the circus oddities that seemed to play some sort of pranks.
A grumble escaped him as his brows knit together in disdain. The sooner they moved on and away from Cairo during these uncertain times, the better. They offered amusement for some, certainly, but for Zoser it had become more of a headache than anything. A nuisance. One that he hoped was on its merry way before too long.
In that thought, it took him a moment to realize that his hands still held protectively onto Nia for a moment, but looking down at her he realized it...and did not wish to remove them from her ever again.
With their companions distracted by the chaos, some skittering off further away, Zoser continued to guide them to back away from the faces too familiar, towards some of the thick reeds that had edged the little beach Khufu had found.
It was a perfect escape. The wisps of the stalks tried to cling to his hair for a moment, but once he withdrew them deeper within, he glanced around to see if they were alone.
And they were.
The water of the Nile lapped quietly around their ankles and the reeds rustled, muffling the sounds of others nearby, yet now seemingly worlds away. Without warning or word, Zoser framed her face with his hands and pulled her into a passionate, unrestrained kiss, trusting that the sounds and distractions around them could mask any evidence of their new secret hideaway.
Zoser made quick to take a deep swallow of wine, a sore attempt at trying to calm the instant bubbling of nerves that flitted in his stomach at the sight of Neithotep there before him. It was an instant reaction, like the prickling of hair at the back of the neck in a cold breeze, or the sting of scalding sand beneath bare feet. It was yearning and want, but among this company, it had to be so little...it had to be nothing.
At least, in front of their eyes.
Before the eyes of Hathor, though. If the goddess watched them now, their resistance might be an insult, right? Well, there was only one solution then.
He returned her smile, his eyes unable to look away from her, as he commandeered the wine that Khufu neglected for the attention he paid to wife. Stepping in closer to her only so he could pour wine into her cup, he used his other hand to help steady the cup in her hand...purposefully letting his fingers brush her skin lightly as he poured the cup.
"Indeed. I find, these days, that I have more thanks to offer her than ever before..." he murmured, words innocent in their common company but laced with every ounce of desire simply for her. It shone in his eyes for the briefest of moments, before a scream pierced the air and a flurry of motion around the river caught his attention.
Screams of 'river monster' had his superstitious heart jump into his throat a moment and he dropped the bottle of wine, which landed in the sand with a thud and a slight splash against his leg. His free arm seemed to have a mind of its own, then wound its way around her waist and instinctively began to back them away from the water. Eyes wide and trying to sort through the chaos for the moment, it all became clear as it was not a monster but one of the circus oddities that seemed to play some sort of pranks.
A grumble escaped him as his brows knit together in disdain. The sooner they moved on and away from Cairo during these uncertain times, the better. They offered amusement for some, certainly, but for Zoser it had become more of a headache than anything. A nuisance. One that he hoped was on its merry way before too long.
In that thought, it took him a moment to realize that his hands still held protectively onto Nia for a moment, but looking down at her he realized it...and did not wish to remove them from her ever again.
With their companions distracted by the chaos, some skittering off further away, Zoser continued to guide them to back away from the faces too familiar, towards some of the thick reeds that had edged the little beach Khufu had found.
It was a perfect escape. The wisps of the stalks tried to cling to his hair for a moment, but once he withdrew them deeper within, he glanced around to see if they were alone.
And they were.
The water of the Nile lapped quietly around their ankles and the reeds rustled, muffling the sounds of others nearby, yet now seemingly worlds away. Without warning or word, Zoser framed her face with his hands and pulled her into a passionate, unrestrained kiss, trusting that the sounds and distractions around them could mask any evidence of their new secret hideaway.
Iaheru was content to perch on her rock. After all, it was one of the many festivals she cared not to participate in, her body best left to secrecy. Hopefully the Queen would not take it as affront, but even Iaheru did not care for the opinions of the highest in the known world. It was her life to make and no longer betray with the burden of expectation.
And as she sunned herself, her husband’s hands found the low of her back, burdening her with expectation. Fury bubbled in her stomach, her gave distracted from the doings of her children so conveniently as her distantly close friend took to her daughter so intimately and publicly. Had she seen the heresy, Iaheru would’ve marched into the water herself, causing a scene that would embarrass her husband to the point of stoning. But her eyes fell on Onuphrious in longing, her intentions clear and bitter from their origins.
She pulled him into a deep kiss. Deeper than ever before in public and entirely out of character. Starkly sober, her tongue slipped into his and for a moment she cast aside her immense hatred and arched her back. A small moan escaped her lips as she parted from him. In honey, her words dripped from her painted mouth. “Eat shit and die.” Her eyelashes flutter like a flirting, nervous girl he fancied in the courts all those years ago, her bright white headwrap beaming and reflecting light from an unforgiving sun.
“To the river, dear husband?” She skipped from her throne upon the rock, knees erupting in a brief pain as their age revealed themselves. Though brief, it was a reminder of mortality that Iaheru cared to avoid. As age became death, so did it ugliness and the sag of skin lacking maintenance. Offering her arm, almost in mockery, she continued her insolence. “Before anyone suspects anything.”
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Iaheru was content to perch on her rock. After all, it was one of the many festivals she cared not to participate in, her body best left to secrecy. Hopefully the Queen would not take it as affront, but even Iaheru did not care for the opinions of the highest in the known world. It was her life to make and no longer betray with the burden of expectation.
And as she sunned herself, her husband’s hands found the low of her back, burdening her with expectation. Fury bubbled in her stomach, her gave distracted from the doings of her children so conveniently as her distantly close friend took to her daughter so intimately and publicly. Had she seen the heresy, Iaheru would’ve marched into the water herself, causing a scene that would embarrass her husband to the point of stoning. But her eyes fell on Onuphrious in longing, her intentions clear and bitter from their origins.
She pulled him into a deep kiss. Deeper than ever before in public and entirely out of character. Starkly sober, her tongue slipped into his and for a moment she cast aside her immense hatred and arched her back. A small moan escaped her lips as she parted from him. In honey, her words dripped from her painted mouth. “Eat shit and die.” Her eyelashes flutter like a flirting, nervous girl he fancied in the courts all those years ago, her bright white headwrap beaming and reflecting light from an unforgiving sun.
“To the river, dear husband?” She skipped from her throne upon the rock, knees erupting in a brief pain as their age revealed themselves. Though brief, it was a reminder of mortality that Iaheru cared to avoid. As age became death, so did it ugliness and the sag of skin lacking maintenance. Offering her arm, almost in mockery, she continued her insolence. “Before anyone suspects anything.”
Iaheru was content to perch on her rock. After all, it was one of the many festivals she cared not to participate in, her body best left to secrecy. Hopefully the Queen would not take it as affront, but even Iaheru did not care for the opinions of the highest in the known world. It was her life to make and no longer betray with the burden of expectation.
And as she sunned herself, her husband’s hands found the low of her back, burdening her with expectation. Fury bubbled in her stomach, her gave distracted from the doings of her children so conveniently as her distantly close friend took to her daughter so intimately and publicly. Had she seen the heresy, Iaheru would’ve marched into the water herself, causing a scene that would embarrass her husband to the point of stoning. But her eyes fell on Onuphrious in longing, her intentions clear and bitter from their origins.
She pulled him into a deep kiss. Deeper than ever before in public and entirely out of character. Starkly sober, her tongue slipped into his and for a moment she cast aside her immense hatred and arched her back. A small moan escaped her lips as she parted from him. In honey, her words dripped from her painted mouth. “Eat shit and die.” Her eyelashes flutter like a flirting, nervous girl he fancied in the courts all those years ago, her bright white headwrap beaming and reflecting light from an unforgiving sun.
“To the river, dear husband?” She skipped from her throne upon the rock, knees erupting in a brief pain as their age revealed themselves. Though brief, it was a reminder of mortality that Iaheru cared to avoid. As age became death, so did it ugliness and the sag of skin lacking maintenance. Offering her arm, almost in mockery, she continued her insolence. “Before anyone suspects anything.”
Kesi knew that Zein was trying to make her feel better. She knew he didn’t actually believe in Nile Monsters, because no one did. No one but her and Nem. That’s why Kesi was really upset with Az. Not because he tried to scare her (even though that was mean) but because he didn’t listen to her. Zein might not believe Kesi but he was at least listening to Kesi. Az was supposed to be her best friend! But he didn’t trust her.
Kesi was an emotional person. If she was happy, she was extremely happy. If she was mad, she was extremely mad. If she was lustful… well, she was extremely lustful. Rarely, however, was she sad. Right now Kesi was sad. No, more than that. She was depressed. She was depressed that her so-called best friend didn’t trust her and went into the river anyhow. She was depressed about how he would laugh at her fear, even use it to try to prank her. That was more than just bullying. That was… being mean.
Was that betrayal?
Kesi was glum as she moved to just with Zein and Azarion to the table. She sat down and hunched over as Zein left them to go get something for Azarion’s wound. Kesi didn’t cry, but she wanted to. What he did hurt more than any stab wound Kesi had ever received! It was a poison to her heart! At any moment she felt like she might break.
But Zein was trying to make her feel better. Kesi knew this. Because he said it will clear the evil spirits. Kesi knew Zein didn’t really believe in them. He didn’t even believe in their gods. He wasn’t from around here. That was okay, he was allowed to be wrong. But what was nice was even though he didn’t believe in them, he wasn’t like Az who made Kesi feel bad for her beliefs. He acknowledged them and tried to comfort her.
And just like that the sadness was gone and replaced with anger. The anger was petty. Kesi was glaring at Azarion. If looks could kill he would be struck down. She was furious with him. Never in her life did she want to kill Az more than right now. She wanted to gather all of her poisons, every single one, and shove them down his throat until he was bleeding from his eyes. She wanted to cut off his balls and choke him with them. She wanted him to drown in the river where the monsters would drag him deeper and deeper until he forgets everything- everything but the pain that Kesi would inflict upon him.
But Nem would be mad at her.
She wasn’t allowed to do any of that stuff. Az was useful for the circus. And while he betrayed Kesi he was loyal to Nem and that was all that really mattered. But there was one wound that Kesi could inflict. She crossed her arms, “I’m never ever forgiving you, Az! Zein’s my new best friend now!”
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Kesi knew that Zein was trying to make her feel better. She knew he didn’t actually believe in Nile Monsters, because no one did. No one but her and Nem. That’s why Kesi was really upset with Az. Not because he tried to scare her (even though that was mean) but because he didn’t listen to her. Zein might not believe Kesi but he was at least listening to Kesi. Az was supposed to be her best friend! But he didn’t trust her.
Kesi was an emotional person. If she was happy, she was extremely happy. If she was mad, she was extremely mad. If she was lustful… well, she was extremely lustful. Rarely, however, was she sad. Right now Kesi was sad. No, more than that. She was depressed. She was depressed that her so-called best friend didn’t trust her and went into the river anyhow. She was depressed about how he would laugh at her fear, even use it to try to prank her. That was more than just bullying. That was… being mean.
Was that betrayal?
Kesi was glum as she moved to just with Zein and Azarion to the table. She sat down and hunched over as Zein left them to go get something for Azarion’s wound. Kesi didn’t cry, but she wanted to. What he did hurt more than any stab wound Kesi had ever received! It was a poison to her heart! At any moment she felt like she might break.
But Zein was trying to make her feel better. Kesi knew this. Because he said it will clear the evil spirits. Kesi knew Zein didn’t really believe in them. He didn’t even believe in their gods. He wasn’t from around here. That was okay, he was allowed to be wrong. But what was nice was even though he didn’t believe in them, he wasn’t like Az who made Kesi feel bad for her beliefs. He acknowledged them and tried to comfort her.
And just like that the sadness was gone and replaced with anger. The anger was petty. Kesi was glaring at Azarion. If looks could kill he would be struck down. She was furious with him. Never in her life did she want to kill Az more than right now. She wanted to gather all of her poisons, every single one, and shove them down his throat until he was bleeding from his eyes. She wanted to cut off his balls and choke him with them. She wanted him to drown in the river where the monsters would drag him deeper and deeper until he forgets everything- everything but the pain that Kesi would inflict upon him.
But Nem would be mad at her.
She wasn’t allowed to do any of that stuff. Az was useful for the circus. And while he betrayed Kesi he was loyal to Nem and that was all that really mattered. But there was one wound that Kesi could inflict. She crossed her arms, “I’m never ever forgiving you, Az! Zein’s my new best friend now!”
Kesi knew that Zein was trying to make her feel better. She knew he didn’t actually believe in Nile Monsters, because no one did. No one but her and Nem. That’s why Kesi was really upset with Az. Not because he tried to scare her (even though that was mean) but because he didn’t listen to her. Zein might not believe Kesi but he was at least listening to Kesi. Az was supposed to be her best friend! But he didn’t trust her.
Kesi was an emotional person. If she was happy, she was extremely happy. If she was mad, she was extremely mad. If she was lustful… well, she was extremely lustful. Rarely, however, was she sad. Right now Kesi was sad. No, more than that. She was depressed. She was depressed that her so-called best friend didn’t trust her and went into the river anyhow. She was depressed about how he would laugh at her fear, even use it to try to prank her. That was more than just bullying. That was… being mean.
Was that betrayal?
Kesi was glum as she moved to just with Zein and Azarion to the table. She sat down and hunched over as Zein left them to go get something for Azarion’s wound. Kesi didn’t cry, but she wanted to. What he did hurt more than any stab wound Kesi had ever received! It was a poison to her heart! At any moment she felt like she might break.
But Zein was trying to make her feel better. Kesi knew this. Because he said it will clear the evil spirits. Kesi knew Zein didn’t really believe in them. He didn’t even believe in their gods. He wasn’t from around here. That was okay, he was allowed to be wrong. But what was nice was even though he didn’t believe in them, he wasn’t like Az who made Kesi feel bad for her beliefs. He acknowledged them and tried to comfort her.
And just like that the sadness was gone and replaced with anger. The anger was petty. Kesi was glaring at Azarion. If looks could kill he would be struck down. She was furious with him. Never in her life did she want to kill Az more than right now. She wanted to gather all of her poisons, every single one, and shove them down his throat until he was bleeding from his eyes. She wanted to cut off his balls and choke him with them. She wanted him to drown in the river where the monsters would drag him deeper and deeper until he forgets everything- everything but the pain that Kesi would inflict upon him.
But Nem would be mad at her.
She wasn’t allowed to do any of that stuff. Az was useful for the circus. And while he betrayed Kesi he was loyal to Nem and that was all that really mattered. But there was one wound that Kesi could inflict. She crossed her arms, “I’m never ever forgiving you, Az! Zein’s my new best friend now!”
Nia only had eyes for Zoser as his hand brushed up against hers, pouring the wine into her glass with a heat in his gaze she worried might sear right through her. ‘Indeed. I find, these days, that I have more thanks to offer her than ever before...’ A secretive smile tilted plush lips as she glanced down toward the sand, a soft warmth suffusing her cheeks. Indeed, so they both did. Hathor had long been her patron goddess, the wanton noblewoman prone to love affairs by the dozen, but Zoser… Never had she felt anything like what she felt for him.
“Surely, you are blessed to be able to offer her such thanks,” she murmured in return, her gaze trailing back up his body to meet his, a subtle step bringing her in even closer to feel the warmth radiating from his flesh. For a moment, her hand clutched at his before he could pull away, her thumb brushing over the backs of his fingers. Opening her mouth to speak again, she was startled by a piercing shriek nearby, the spell of the moment shattered by the invasive sound. Dropping her glass just as he dropped the entire bottle, she was fortunate enough to step back from the splash zone, even as she searched for the cause of the disruption.
Annoyed and flustered, she looked around for whatever might have prompted Sameera’s scream, a hulking man rising from the river soon revealed only to be wearing a disguise. Her gaze cut toward the Haikkadad girl with ill-concealed irritation, but the interruption was soon forgotten as Zoser’s arm wound around her waist and began tugging her away.
Anger dripped away as she melted into her lover’s grasp, now making a mental note to actually thank Sameera for her improprietous shriek. Caught up in the chaos and confusion, she never would have been able to slip away unnoticed, otherwise. And even if anyone did manage to spot them now, they were all so wasted, she was sure she could convince them they hadn’t seen what they saw. If they even remembered it.
There was no time for further thought before she found herself swept up into an unfettered kiss, her face lovingly framed by familiar hands. Her arms slid around Zoser’s waist as she pressed in closer, body molded to his as she no longer worried for the eyes that might see. It was several long moments before she broke away to speak, drawing in a ragged gasp as she pulled back to look into his face.
“I did not know you would be here,” she said in a low voice, brushing an errant curl back from his forehead. “If I had, I would have waited for you somewhere… well, somewhere exactly like this, actually,” she said, laughing softly as her hand brushed through the high reeds. Standing on her toes, she brushed her lips over his again, fingers winding into the greying hair atop his head.
“I never thought I would be grateful for river monsters, and yet here we are,” she commented with a chuckle, her free hand resting on his chest above where his heart beat. It matched the flutter of her own, an erratic thrum that had every nerve atwitter. “I have missed you…”
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Nia only had eyes for Zoser as his hand brushed up against hers, pouring the wine into her glass with a heat in his gaze she worried might sear right through her. ‘Indeed. I find, these days, that I have more thanks to offer her than ever before...’ A secretive smile tilted plush lips as she glanced down toward the sand, a soft warmth suffusing her cheeks. Indeed, so they both did. Hathor had long been her patron goddess, the wanton noblewoman prone to love affairs by the dozen, but Zoser… Never had she felt anything like what she felt for him.
“Surely, you are blessed to be able to offer her such thanks,” she murmured in return, her gaze trailing back up his body to meet his, a subtle step bringing her in even closer to feel the warmth radiating from his flesh. For a moment, her hand clutched at his before he could pull away, her thumb brushing over the backs of his fingers. Opening her mouth to speak again, she was startled by a piercing shriek nearby, the spell of the moment shattered by the invasive sound. Dropping her glass just as he dropped the entire bottle, she was fortunate enough to step back from the splash zone, even as she searched for the cause of the disruption.
Annoyed and flustered, she looked around for whatever might have prompted Sameera’s scream, a hulking man rising from the river soon revealed only to be wearing a disguise. Her gaze cut toward the Haikkadad girl with ill-concealed irritation, but the interruption was soon forgotten as Zoser’s arm wound around her waist and began tugging her away.
Anger dripped away as she melted into her lover’s grasp, now making a mental note to actually thank Sameera for her improprietous shriek. Caught up in the chaos and confusion, she never would have been able to slip away unnoticed, otherwise. And even if anyone did manage to spot them now, they were all so wasted, she was sure she could convince them they hadn’t seen what they saw. If they even remembered it.
There was no time for further thought before she found herself swept up into an unfettered kiss, her face lovingly framed by familiar hands. Her arms slid around Zoser’s waist as she pressed in closer, body molded to his as she no longer worried for the eyes that might see. It was several long moments before she broke away to speak, drawing in a ragged gasp as she pulled back to look into his face.
“I did not know you would be here,” she said in a low voice, brushing an errant curl back from his forehead. “If I had, I would have waited for you somewhere… well, somewhere exactly like this, actually,” she said, laughing softly as her hand brushed through the high reeds. Standing on her toes, she brushed her lips over his again, fingers winding into the greying hair atop his head.
“I never thought I would be grateful for river monsters, and yet here we are,” she commented with a chuckle, her free hand resting on his chest above where his heart beat. It matched the flutter of her own, an erratic thrum that had every nerve atwitter. “I have missed you…”
Nia only had eyes for Zoser as his hand brushed up against hers, pouring the wine into her glass with a heat in his gaze she worried might sear right through her. ‘Indeed. I find, these days, that I have more thanks to offer her than ever before...’ A secretive smile tilted plush lips as she glanced down toward the sand, a soft warmth suffusing her cheeks. Indeed, so they both did. Hathor had long been her patron goddess, the wanton noblewoman prone to love affairs by the dozen, but Zoser… Never had she felt anything like what she felt for him.
“Surely, you are blessed to be able to offer her such thanks,” she murmured in return, her gaze trailing back up his body to meet his, a subtle step bringing her in even closer to feel the warmth radiating from his flesh. For a moment, her hand clutched at his before he could pull away, her thumb brushing over the backs of his fingers. Opening her mouth to speak again, she was startled by a piercing shriek nearby, the spell of the moment shattered by the invasive sound. Dropping her glass just as he dropped the entire bottle, she was fortunate enough to step back from the splash zone, even as she searched for the cause of the disruption.
Annoyed and flustered, she looked around for whatever might have prompted Sameera’s scream, a hulking man rising from the river soon revealed only to be wearing a disguise. Her gaze cut toward the Haikkadad girl with ill-concealed irritation, but the interruption was soon forgotten as Zoser’s arm wound around her waist and began tugging her away.
Anger dripped away as she melted into her lover’s grasp, now making a mental note to actually thank Sameera for her improprietous shriek. Caught up in the chaos and confusion, she never would have been able to slip away unnoticed, otherwise. And even if anyone did manage to spot them now, they were all so wasted, she was sure she could convince them they hadn’t seen what they saw. If they even remembered it.
There was no time for further thought before she found herself swept up into an unfettered kiss, her face lovingly framed by familiar hands. Her arms slid around Zoser’s waist as she pressed in closer, body molded to his as she no longer worried for the eyes that might see. It was several long moments before she broke away to speak, drawing in a ragged gasp as she pulled back to look into his face.
“I did not know you would be here,” she said in a low voice, brushing an errant curl back from his forehead. “If I had, I would have waited for you somewhere… well, somewhere exactly like this, actually,” she said, laughing softly as her hand brushed through the high reeds. Standing on her toes, she brushed her lips over his again, fingers winding into the greying hair atop his head.
“I never thought I would be grateful for river monsters, and yet here we are,” she commented with a chuckle, her free hand resting on his chest above where his heart beat. It matched the flutter of her own, an erratic thrum that had every nerve atwitter. “I have missed you…”
"Your secret is safe with me."
Hena always showed himself to be a charming man, well enough to lull her into his bed and not galavant about with his jewels afterward. No, they'd fallen for one another, but in the midst of expectations, demands, and then an act of violence, the feelings that mustered beneath the surface were becoming difficult to ignore. As Ana drank, she remembered her anger, the bile that rose in her throat as Hena's fingers curled around it. A flicker of the past, but the Egyptian noble hadn't put enough behind his actions to truly lay siege to the fallen star's feelings for him.
At least, not all the way. She did not glower at him, though his assurance followed by a smirk had that coyness so willing to return to her. She allowed him to tilt his chin, then let her gaze fall once more. She followed him out of the water, feeling the chill of it as her skin was buffeted by the breeze. Warmth and cold waged their war against her flesh as she let carefully measured laughter escape her lips at his words. Then, she followed his gaze as it drifted away from her, to find some kind of stirrup with figures she vaguely recognized from the Tempest of Set.
Did the Gods of Egypt war with one another like the Gods of Greece sometimes did? Were these people usurpers, attempting to interrupt a sacred festival in worship of their own God? From what little she garnered at her visit to the circus (for she'd been well and truly distracted by someone she did not wish to see here), the God these people worshiped was a malevolent deity, wishing for the perpetuation of chaos or something like that. Glazed-over eyes met the figure of a young man standing between the rest. She'd seen him before his act, from a distance, but never learned his name.
It was likely a good thing, too. Hena was a very jealous man, it seemed, even turning his ire towards Chione, who he could've only seen as the songstress' friend. What good standing she wished for all of them to gain... it was lost in a couple of minutes, and in the end, Anastasia's conflict persisted beyond that which Hena seemed to care to address. Or, maybe she was too good of an actress, and concealed her ire too well for the man to pick up on.
So, his flattery fell on somewhat deaf ears. It was nothing she hadn't heard before. Be it from Akhenaten's silver tongue, or some other patron in the not-so-distant past, the flattery only took them so far. Wine dribbled from the fallen star's chin as she shrugged her shoulders,
"I'm not so sure about that," she mused, raising her hand to her throat where the faint bruise from Hena's anger still persisted.
"I don't think men like seeing another's handprint on their prospective bed warmers. It's not very flattering, and might cause some... misunderstandings," she offered right back, flashing the younger noble a smile before she pressed forward to place a ginger kiss upon Hena's lips. She turned around, shifting in her seat so as to press her back into his chest. She settled into his lap, a sidelong glance towards the others that languished on the shores of the Nile.
She saw an all-too-familiar sight then, her heart dropping in her chest as she saw Chione, facing away from her and well and truly absorbed into what she was doing with what looked like the circus' ringmaster. Fingers balled into fists before she trickled then gently along Hena's forearms.
Wonderful. This is just... fucking great.
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"Your secret is safe with me."
Hena always showed himself to be a charming man, well enough to lull her into his bed and not galavant about with his jewels afterward. No, they'd fallen for one another, but in the midst of expectations, demands, and then an act of violence, the feelings that mustered beneath the surface were becoming difficult to ignore. As Ana drank, she remembered her anger, the bile that rose in her throat as Hena's fingers curled around it. A flicker of the past, but the Egyptian noble hadn't put enough behind his actions to truly lay siege to the fallen star's feelings for him.
At least, not all the way. She did not glower at him, though his assurance followed by a smirk had that coyness so willing to return to her. She allowed him to tilt his chin, then let her gaze fall once more. She followed him out of the water, feeling the chill of it as her skin was buffeted by the breeze. Warmth and cold waged their war against her flesh as she let carefully measured laughter escape her lips at his words. Then, she followed his gaze as it drifted away from her, to find some kind of stirrup with figures she vaguely recognized from the Tempest of Set.
Did the Gods of Egypt war with one another like the Gods of Greece sometimes did? Were these people usurpers, attempting to interrupt a sacred festival in worship of their own God? From what little she garnered at her visit to the circus (for she'd been well and truly distracted by someone she did not wish to see here), the God these people worshiped was a malevolent deity, wishing for the perpetuation of chaos or something like that. Glazed-over eyes met the figure of a young man standing between the rest. She'd seen him before his act, from a distance, but never learned his name.
It was likely a good thing, too. Hena was a very jealous man, it seemed, even turning his ire towards Chione, who he could've only seen as the songstress' friend. What good standing she wished for all of them to gain... it was lost in a couple of minutes, and in the end, Anastasia's conflict persisted beyond that which Hena seemed to care to address. Or, maybe she was too good of an actress, and concealed her ire too well for the man to pick up on.
So, his flattery fell on somewhat deaf ears. It was nothing she hadn't heard before. Be it from Akhenaten's silver tongue, or some other patron in the not-so-distant past, the flattery only took them so far. Wine dribbled from the fallen star's chin as she shrugged her shoulders,
"I'm not so sure about that," she mused, raising her hand to her throat where the faint bruise from Hena's anger still persisted.
"I don't think men like seeing another's handprint on their prospective bed warmers. It's not very flattering, and might cause some... misunderstandings," she offered right back, flashing the younger noble a smile before she pressed forward to place a ginger kiss upon Hena's lips. She turned around, shifting in her seat so as to press her back into his chest. She settled into his lap, a sidelong glance towards the others that languished on the shores of the Nile.
She saw an all-too-familiar sight then, her heart dropping in her chest as she saw Chione, facing away from her and well and truly absorbed into what she was doing with what looked like the circus' ringmaster. Fingers balled into fists before she trickled then gently along Hena's forearms.
Wonderful. This is just... fucking great.
"Your secret is safe with me."
Hena always showed himself to be a charming man, well enough to lull her into his bed and not galavant about with his jewels afterward. No, they'd fallen for one another, but in the midst of expectations, demands, and then an act of violence, the feelings that mustered beneath the surface were becoming difficult to ignore. As Ana drank, she remembered her anger, the bile that rose in her throat as Hena's fingers curled around it. A flicker of the past, but the Egyptian noble hadn't put enough behind his actions to truly lay siege to the fallen star's feelings for him.
At least, not all the way. She did not glower at him, though his assurance followed by a smirk had that coyness so willing to return to her. She allowed him to tilt his chin, then let her gaze fall once more. She followed him out of the water, feeling the chill of it as her skin was buffeted by the breeze. Warmth and cold waged their war against her flesh as she let carefully measured laughter escape her lips at his words. Then, she followed his gaze as it drifted away from her, to find some kind of stirrup with figures she vaguely recognized from the Tempest of Set.
Did the Gods of Egypt war with one another like the Gods of Greece sometimes did? Were these people usurpers, attempting to interrupt a sacred festival in worship of their own God? From what little she garnered at her visit to the circus (for she'd been well and truly distracted by someone she did not wish to see here), the God these people worshiped was a malevolent deity, wishing for the perpetuation of chaos or something like that. Glazed-over eyes met the figure of a young man standing between the rest. She'd seen him before his act, from a distance, but never learned his name.
It was likely a good thing, too. Hena was a very jealous man, it seemed, even turning his ire towards Chione, who he could've only seen as the songstress' friend. What good standing she wished for all of them to gain... it was lost in a couple of minutes, and in the end, Anastasia's conflict persisted beyond that which Hena seemed to care to address. Or, maybe she was too good of an actress, and concealed her ire too well for the man to pick up on.
So, his flattery fell on somewhat deaf ears. It was nothing she hadn't heard before. Be it from Akhenaten's silver tongue, or some other patron in the not-so-distant past, the flattery only took them so far. Wine dribbled from the fallen star's chin as she shrugged her shoulders,
"I'm not so sure about that," she mused, raising her hand to her throat where the faint bruise from Hena's anger still persisted.
"I don't think men like seeing another's handprint on their prospective bed warmers. It's not very flattering, and might cause some... misunderstandings," she offered right back, flashing the younger noble a smile before she pressed forward to place a ginger kiss upon Hena's lips. She turned around, shifting in her seat so as to press her back into his chest. She settled into his lap, a sidelong glance towards the others that languished on the shores of the Nile.
She saw an all-too-familiar sight then, her heart dropping in her chest as she saw Chione, facing away from her and well and truly absorbed into what she was doing with what looked like the circus' ringmaster. Fingers balled into fists before she trickled then gently along Hena's forearms.
