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Sutekh: busy preparing for his coming of age ceremony.
Akhenaten: I sort of forgot he exists until just now.
Neithotep: She sort of forgets I exist all the time.
Nefertaari: on a date with Yamanu H'Isazari. I wonder how that's going.
Going down the list of children that rebuked his invitation, it was only Nenet that answered his call and part of him wondered it was because she couldn't muster up the words to refuse. Nevertheless, he was rather pleased to have a spot of time open to just relax and enjoy the open sea. While river fishing had its appeals, now that the war with Greece was well and truly past, it was considered safe to begin leisure activities on the open ocean.
One to lead the charge in such a venture, it was Onu's prerogative to prove to the people of Egypt that they were safe, and to do so by spending some quality time with a frankly neglected daughter... it was a pleasure he too often deprived himself of. He had no idea what to talk about with Nenet. In fact, he knew next to nothing about her. But, what he did know was fishing. With a large, straw hat covering his face and shoulders from the brutal rays of the sun, the sirdar was lightly adorned with a breathable linen tunic that fell well past his knees. Tied at the waist with a dark sash, the sirdar looked every bit the peasant fisherman that, in another life, he might've wanted to be.
Heavy nets tapered the bulwark on both sides of the ship, steady sailing enacted by a pair of deckhands that he'd brought along for the express purpose of doing all the menial work. Onuphrious, while deeply enjoying the sea and its marvels, did not like to sully his hands with the task of piloting the ship. Better left to more experienced and less important hands, he had every intention of spending every moment on the open water with Nenet.
"If we're lucky, we could get our hands on an octopus, Nenet!" he shouted out over the tempestuous winds. His mouth watered at the thought. Crashing over waves, Onuphrious was well and used to the turbulence associated with travel, but he kept a steady grip on the young Nenet's shoulder lest she lose her balance. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he led her along towards the starboard bulwark. the sight of miles upon miles of uninterrupted seawater bringing an inevitable smile upon his lips. He'd brought along fishing rods for the both of them to use, but he'd wait some time before he utilized them. Net fishing was something better served with two.
A spray of salty froth hit the sirdar directly in the face, his eyes closed in anticipation of it. Laughter spilled from his lips as he slowly re-opened his eyes. If the sirdar was more self-aware, he might've noticed that his daughter wasn't enjoying herself nearly as much as he was. Though, it was an impossible ask, that. Onuphrious, in another life, might've been born a sting ray, or a pelican. Idly, the thought ventured in that direction, the carefree and easygoing life of the seabird, skimming their large bills along the surface of the water.
"Could you imagine, Nenet, how much easier fishing would be if we were pelicans? What a wonderful life. Not that I have any complaints about my lot, either."
Idly, the sirdar wondered if he repeated his daughter's name so often to remember which one he was referring to.
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Sutekh: busy preparing for his coming of age ceremony.
Akhenaten: I sort of forgot he exists until just now.
Neithotep: She sort of forgets I exist all the time.
Nefertaari: on a date with Yamanu H'Isazari. I wonder how that's going.
Going down the list of children that rebuked his invitation, it was only Nenet that answered his call and part of him wondered it was because she couldn't muster up the words to refuse. Nevertheless, he was rather pleased to have a spot of time open to just relax and enjoy the open sea. While river fishing had its appeals, now that the war with Greece was well and truly past, it was considered safe to begin leisure activities on the open ocean.
One to lead the charge in such a venture, it was Onu's prerogative to prove to the people of Egypt that they were safe, and to do so by spending some quality time with a frankly neglected daughter... it was a pleasure he too often deprived himself of. He had no idea what to talk about with Nenet. In fact, he knew next to nothing about her. But, what he did know was fishing. With a large, straw hat covering his face and shoulders from the brutal rays of the sun, the sirdar was lightly adorned with a breathable linen tunic that fell well past his knees. Tied at the waist with a dark sash, the sirdar looked every bit the peasant fisherman that, in another life, he might've wanted to be.
Heavy nets tapered the bulwark on both sides of the ship, steady sailing enacted by a pair of deckhands that he'd brought along for the express purpose of doing all the menial work. Onuphrious, while deeply enjoying the sea and its marvels, did not like to sully his hands with the task of piloting the ship. Better left to more experienced and less important hands, he had every intention of spending every moment on the open water with Nenet.
"If we're lucky, we could get our hands on an octopus, Nenet!" he shouted out over the tempestuous winds. His mouth watered at the thought. Crashing over waves, Onuphrious was well and used to the turbulence associated with travel, but he kept a steady grip on the young Nenet's shoulder lest she lose her balance. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he led her along towards the starboard bulwark. the sight of miles upon miles of uninterrupted seawater bringing an inevitable smile upon his lips. He'd brought along fishing rods for the both of them to use, but he'd wait some time before he utilized them. Net fishing was something better served with two.
A spray of salty froth hit the sirdar directly in the face, his eyes closed in anticipation of it. Laughter spilled from his lips as he slowly re-opened his eyes. If the sirdar was more self-aware, he might've noticed that his daughter wasn't enjoying herself nearly as much as he was. Though, it was an impossible ask, that. Onuphrious, in another life, might've been born a sting ray, or a pelican. Idly, the thought ventured in that direction, the carefree and easygoing life of the seabird, skimming their large bills along the surface of the water.
"Could you imagine, Nenet, how much easier fishing would be if we were pelicans? What a wonderful life. Not that I have any complaints about my lot, either."
Idly, the sirdar wondered if he repeated his daughter's name so often to remember which one he was referring to.
Sutekh: busy preparing for his coming of age ceremony.
Akhenaten: I sort of forgot he exists until just now.
Neithotep: She sort of forgets I exist all the time.
Nefertaari: on a date with Yamanu H'Isazari. I wonder how that's going.
Going down the list of children that rebuked his invitation, it was only Nenet that answered his call and part of him wondered it was because she couldn't muster up the words to refuse. Nevertheless, he was rather pleased to have a spot of time open to just relax and enjoy the open sea. While river fishing had its appeals, now that the war with Greece was well and truly past, it was considered safe to begin leisure activities on the open ocean.
One to lead the charge in such a venture, it was Onu's prerogative to prove to the people of Egypt that they were safe, and to do so by spending some quality time with a frankly neglected daughter... it was a pleasure he too often deprived himself of. He had no idea what to talk about with Nenet. In fact, he knew next to nothing about her. But, what he did know was fishing. With a large, straw hat covering his face and shoulders from the brutal rays of the sun, the sirdar was lightly adorned with a breathable linen tunic that fell well past his knees. Tied at the waist with a dark sash, the sirdar looked every bit the peasant fisherman that, in another life, he might've wanted to be.
Heavy nets tapered the bulwark on both sides of the ship, steady sailing enacted by a pair of deckhands that he'd brought along for the express purpose of doing all the menial work. Onuphrious, while deeply enjoying the sea and its marvels, did not like to sully his hands with the task of piloting the ship. Better left to more experienced and less important hands, he had every intention of spending every moment on the open water with Nenet.
"If we're lucky, we could get our hands on an octopus, Nenet!" he shouted out over the tempestuous winds. His mouth watered at the thought. Crashing over waves, Onuphrious was well and used to the turbulence associated with travel, but he kept a steady grip on the young Nenet's shoulder lest she lose her balance. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he led her along towards the starboard bulwark. the sight of miles upon miles of uninterrupted seawater bringing an inevitable smile upon his lips. He'd brought along fishing rods for the both of them to use, but he'd wait some time before he utilized them. Net fishing was something better served with two.
A spray of salty froth hit the sirdar directly in the face, his eyes closed in anticipation of it. Laughter spilled from his lips as he slowly re-opened his eyes. If the sirdar was more self-aware, he might've noticed that his daughter wasn't enjoying herself nearly as much as he was. Though, it was an impossible ask, that. Onuphrious, in another life, might've been born a sting ray, or a pelican. Idly, the thought ventured in that direction, the carefree and easygoing life of the seabird, skimming their large bills along the surface of the water.
"Could you imagine, Nenet, how much easier fishing would be if we were pelicans? What a wonderful life. Not that I have any complaints about my lot, either."
Idly, the sirdar wondered if he repeated his daughter's name so often to remember which one he was referring to.
She’d read books about the open ocean. Books that outlined sparkling waves and a glittering, glassy surface. There were romantic tales of women being stolen aboard a dashing pirate’s ship and whisked away on gorgeous, dangerous adventures. Was she too young for books like that? With heaving bosoms and something about roosters (though what cockerels, or cocks for short, had to do with anything, she’d yet to work out. But she had very interesting mental pictures of naked women and men with roosters scampering about. Those books always had a cock in them, though. These romance writers loved their chickens and so did the women.)
Honestly? She’d accepted his invitation on the hopeless notion that she would get stolen by a pirate. That didn’t seem to be working out as far as she could tell. They were the only ship from one horizon to the other and the sea was not the calm, undulating surface she’d imagined. It was rough and choppy, with foamy waves cresting and breaking against the prow. Each time this happened, the boat would dip and then nose up into the air, endlessly tossing itself and them up and down.
Nenet hung onto the railing, feeling distinctly green. Her face was pale and she was positive breakfast was going to make a reappearance into the sea. The not quite glassy sea. For the first few fathoms she could see darting fish whose scales glinted against the sun’s rays, but further than that it was a murky, mysterious blue. She didn’t like that blue. It hid things...things like sharks.
Now all the reading she’d done about the ocean was coming back and it was crowding out the romantic notion of chickens and bosoms. There were monsters down there. Long shadows swimming slowly around. She pictured a massive green eye spidered with red veins, rolling around in the fleshy orange face of a octopus-like creature, whose snaking tentacles were slithering up through the depths to wrap around the boat.
“AH!” she jumped when Onuphrious wrapped an arm about her shoulders and led her away from the railing. While this was sort of awkward, being that their relationship was limited to the occasional family dinner, he was her father and she did think of him as more powerful than anyone else. Whether that view survived to adulthood or not was difficult to tell.
“If we're lucky, we could get our hands on an octopus, Nenet!” He was saying. She made a sound somewhere between agreeing and groaning at the thought. Somehow octopus didn’t sound appealing at the moment. In fact, nothing sounded appealing because her stomach gave a lurch right after the boat did. The only thing keeping her steady was her father bracing her down.
They reached the other side of the ship and Nenet gripped the railing hard. Yes, she was absolutely going to lose her break-SPLASH. A wave slammed into the side of the ship, drowning out her father’s voice and punching her own need to vomit right in its face. He laughed and she felt her knees threatening to give way. Oh gods, yep, vomiting was still going to happen. Risking another wave hitting her, she leaned bodily over the railing, staring down into the depths, concentrating inwardly on the rumbling gurgle surging up from her stomach.
“Could you imagine, Nenet, how much easier fishing would be if we were pelicans? What a wonderful life. Not that I have any complaints about my lot, either.”
“Uh-BLURGH,” she answered in a chunky spray overboard. Vomit hit the water in wet splashes that were immediately swept out of sight. Nenet heaved again, not caring that she was in real danger of swinging straight over the railing if another wave bumped them the right way. There wasn’t much left to puke this time but she eased herself back, breathing hard. The ocean belched a spray of water back at her. It filled her open mouth and the salty tang rinsed out the sour taste of the vomit, leaving behind a weird aftertaste.
She sank down on her knees, dripping wet and peering up at her father. It was far too late to ask if they could go home. “Y-y-you l-l-l-lik-ke f-f-f-f-fish-shing???” WHY?! WHY DID HE LIKE FISHING!?
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She’d read books about the open ocean. Books that outlined sparkling waves and a glittering, glassy surface. There were romantic tales of women being stolen aboard a dashing pirate’s ship and whisked away on gorgeous, dangerous adventures. Was she too young for books like that? With heaving bosoms and something about roosters (though what cockerels, or cocks for short, had to do with anything, she’d yet to work out. But she had very interesting mental pictures of naked women and men with roosters scampering about. Those books always had a cock in them, though. These romance writers loved their chickens and so did the women.)
Honestly? She’d accepted his invitation on the hopeless notion that she would get stolen by a pirate. That didn’t seem to be working out as far as she could tell. They were the only ship from one horizon to the other and the sea was not the calm, undulating surface she’d imagined. It was rough and choppy, with foamy waves cresting and breaking against the prow. Each time this happened, the boat would dip and then nose up into the air, endlessly tossing itself and them up and down.
Nenet hung onto the railing, feeling distinctly green. Her face was pale and she was positive breakfast was going to make a reappearance into the sea. The not quite glassy sea. For the first few fathoms she could see darting fish whose scales glinted against the sun’s rays, but further than that it was a murky, mysterious blue. She didn’t like that blue. It hid things...things like sharks.
Now all the reading she’d done about the ocean was coming back and it was crowding out the romantic notion of chickens and bosoms. There were monsters down there. Long shadows swimming slowly around. She pictured a massive green eye spidered with red veins, rolling around in the fleshy orange face of a octopus-like creature, whose snaking tentacles were slithering up through the depths to wrap around the boat.
“AH!” she jumped when Onuphrious wrapped an arm about her shoulders and led her away from the railing. While this was sort of awkward, being that their relationship was limited to the occasional family dinner, he was her father and she did think of him as more powerful than anyone else. Whether that view survived to adulthood or not was difficult to tell.
“If we're lucky, we could get our hands on an octopus, Nenet!” He was saying. She made a sound somewhere between agreeing and groaning at the thought. Somehow octopus didn’t sound appealing at the moment. In fact, nothing sounded appealing because her stomach gave a lurch right after the boat did. The only thing keeping her steady was her father bracing her down.
They reached the other side of the ship and Nenet gripped the railing hard. Yes, she was absolutely going to lose her break-SPLASH. A wave slammed into the side of the ship, drowning out her father’s voice and punching her own need to vomit right in its face. He laughed and she felt her knees threatening to give way. Oh gods, yep, vomiting was still going to happen. Risking another wave hitting her, she leaned bodily over the railing, staring down into the depths, concentrating inwardly on the rumbling gurgle surging up from her stomach.
“Could you imagine, Nenet, how much easier fishing would be if we were pelicans? What a wonderful life. Not that I have any complaints about my lot, either.”
“Uh-BLURGH,” she answered in a chunky spray overboard. Vomit hit the water in wet splashes that were immediately swept out of sight. Nenet heaved again, not caring that she was in real danger of swinging straight over the railing if another wave bumped them the right way. There wasn’t much left to puke this time but she eased herself back, breathing hard. The ocean belched a spray of water back at her. It filled her open mouth and the salty tang rinsed out the sour taste of the vomit, leaving behind a weird aftertaste.
She sank down on her knees, dripping wet and peering up at her father. It was far too late to ask if they could go home. “Y-y-you l-l-l-lik-ke f-f-f-f-fish-shing???” WHY?! WHY DID HE LIKE FISHING!?
She’d read books about the open ocean. Books that outlined sparkling waves and a glittering, glassy surface. There were romantic tales of women being stolen aboard a dashing pirate’s ship and whisked away on gorgeous, dangerous adventures. Was she too young for books like that? With heaving bosoms and something about roosters (though what cockerels, or cocks for short, had to do with anything, she’d yet to work out. But she had very interesting mental pictures of naked women and men with roosters scampering about. Those books always had a cock in them, though. These romance writers loved their chickens and so did the women.)
Honestly? She’d accepted his invitation on the hopeless notion that she would get stolen by a pirate. That didn’t seem to be working out as far as she could tell. They were the only ship from one horizon to the other and the sea was not the calm, undulating surface she’d imagined. It was rough and choppy, with foamy waves cresting and breaking against the prow. Each time this happened, the boat would dip and then nose up into the air, endlessly tossing itself and them up and down.
Nenet hung onto the railing, feeling distinctly green. Her face was pale and she was positive breakfast was going to make a reappearance into the sea. The not quite glassy sea. For the first few fathoms she could see darting fish whose scales glinted against the sun’s rays, but further than that it was a murky, mysterious blue. She didn’t like that blue. It hid things...things like sharks.
Now all the reading she’d done about the ocean was coming back and it was crowding out the romantic notion of chickens and bosoms. There were monsters down there. Long shadows swimming slowly around. She pictured a massive green eye spidered with red veins, rolling around in the fleshy orange face of a octopus-like creature, whose snaking tentacles were slithering up through the depths to wrap around the boat.
“AH!” she jumped when Onuphrious wrapped an arm about her shoulders and led her away from the railing. While this was sort of awkward, being that their relationship was limited to the occasional family dinner, he was her father and she did think of him as more powerful than anyone else. Whether that view survived to adulthood or not was difficult to tell.
“If we're lucky, we could get our hands on an octopus, Nenet!” He was saying. She made a sound somewhere between agreeing and groaning at the thought. Somehow octopus didn’t sound appealing at the moment. In fact, nothing sounded appealing because her stomach gave a lurch right after the boat did. The only thing keeping her steady was her father bracing her down.
They reached the other side of the ship and Nenet gripped the railing hard. Yes, she was absolutely going to lose her break-SPLASH. A wave slammed into the side of the ship, drowning out her father’s voice and punching her own need to vomit right in its face. He laughed and she felt her knees threatening to give way. Oh gods, yep, vomiting was still going to happen. Risking another wave hitting her, she leaned bodily over the railing, staring down into the depths, concentrating inwardly on the rumbling gurgle surging up from her stomach.
“Could you imagine, Nenet, how much easier fishing would be if we were pelicans? What a wonderful life. Not that I have any complaints about my lot, either.”
“Uh-BLURGH,” she answered in a chunky spray overboard. Vomit hit the water in wet splashes that were immediately swept out of sight. Nenet heaved again, not caring that she was in real danger of swinging straight over the railing if another wave bumped them the right way. There wasn’t much left to puke this time but she eased herself back, breathing hard. The ocean belched a spray of water back at her. It filled her open mouth and the salty tang rinsed out the sour taste of the vomit, leaving behind a weird aftertaste.
She sank down on her knees, dripping wet and peering up at her father. It was far too late to ask if they could go home. “Y-y-you l-l-l-lik-ke f-f-f-f-fish-shing???” WHY?! WHY DID HE LIKE FISHING!?
In the absence of time spent with his children. Onuphrious held the notion that their interests would align with his own. Nenet was... how old?
9? No, she's too tall. Teenager...
Had he missed her entire childhood? He might've thought of the repercussions of such a thing, but they weren't here to host lament or sadness. Onuphrious considered all of this just as Nenet made her sound, with little mind paid to just how sickly the girl was looking as the grandeur of the open ocean overwhelmed him. It could bring a tear to his eye, and it nearly did until he felt his daughter unhinge from his grasp, her answer to his musing being lurching forward and unleashing the contents of her stomach on the ocean.
He stepped forward immediately, recognizing the potential for her to go the way of her lunch without the proper balance or just a larger than average wave throwing her against the railing again. He held her back and one of her shoulders, encouraging her to continue spitting up just as the frothy tide threw up that spray at the both of them. Onu closed his eyes just in time, leaving the sour taste of sea water on his tongue. Hacking out what'd gone down his throat, he pulled back when Nenet fell to her knees in front of him.
"Y-y-you l-l-lik-ke f-f-f-f-fish-shing???"
Oh lord.
Her stutter was back and more active than ever. He understood, she was aggravated, but she's spoken three words and it took her so long to force them out that the man nearly forgot what they were. He narrowed his gaze for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. Moving along the massive deck of the ship, he found a kline, each of its legs deposited into peg-like raisings in the wood hammered together with long nails that were then hammered back towards the wood to secure them and mitigate injuries.
"I do," he answered, hailing one of the several servants that'd come aboard with them. They served him wine, the sirdar utterly at ease on the water. So many years sailing and traveling made this paltry in his eyes. It was a shame that his children weren't the same way. Even Sutekh seemed a bit reluctant to accept the sea like Onuphrious did. He offered the girl a smile before he elaborated.
"The waters aren't always so choppy. And it's worse while we're moving. Eventually, we'll just need to worry about the turbulence from the waves."
It was a white lie. Sooner or later, the girl would adjust and get used to this. They'd be on deck for the entire day, after all.
"Do you feel any better? Should I ask the slaves to fetch you something? We could go inside until the ship stops? I've heard it helps."
He'd never needed to try it himself.
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In the absence of time spent with his children. Onuphrious held the notion that their interests would align with his own. Nenet was... how old?
9? No, she's too tall. Teenager...
Had he missed her entire childhood? He might've thought of the repercussions of such a thing, but they weren't here to host lament or sadness. Onuphrious considered all of this just as Nenet made her sound, with little mind paid to just how sickly the girl was looking as the grandeur of the open ocean overwhelmed him. It could bring a tear to his eye, and it nearly did until he felt his daughter unhinge from his grasp, her answer to his musing being lurching forward and unleashing the contents of her stomach on the ocean.
He stepped forward immediately, recognizing the potential for her to go the way of her lunch without the proper balance or just a larger than average wave throwing her against the railing again. He held her back and one of her shoulders, encouraging her to continue spitting up just as the frothy tide threw up that spray at the both of them. Onu closed his eyes just in time, leaving the sour taste of sea water on his tongue. Hacking out what'd gone down his throat, he pulled back when Nenet fell to her knees in front of him.
"Y-y-you l-l-lik-ke f-f-f-f-fish-shing???"
Oh lord.
Her stutter was back and more active than ever. He understood, she was aggravated, but she's spoken three words and it took her so long to force them out that the man nearly forgot what they were. He narrowed his gaze for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. Moving along the massive deck of the ship, he found a kline, each of its legs deposited into peg-like raisings in the wood hammered together with long nails that were then hammered back towards the wood to secure them and mitigate injuries.
"I do," he answered, hailing one of the several servants that'd come aboard with them. They served him wine, the sirdar utterly at ease on the water. So many years sailing and traveling made this paltry in his eyes. It was a shame that his children weren't the same way. Even Sutekh seemed a bit reluctant to accept the sea like Onuphrious did. He offered the girl a smile before he elaborated.
"The waters aren't always so choppy. And it's worse while we're moving. Eventually, we'll just need to worry about the turbulence from the waves."
It was a white lie. Sooner or later, the girl would adjust and get used to this. They'd be on deck for the entire day, after all.
"Do you feel any better? Should I ask the slaves to fetch you something? We could go inside until the ship stops? I've heard it helps."
He'd never needed to try it himself.
In the absence of time spent with his children. Onuphrious held the notion that their interests would align with his own. Nenet was... how old?
9? No, she's too tall. Teenager...
Had he missed her entire childhood? He might've thought of the repercussions of such a thing, but they weren't here to host lament or sadness. Onuphrious considered all of this just as Nenet made her sound, with little mind paid to just how sickly the girl was looking as the grandeur of the open ocean overwhelmed him. It could bring a tear to his eye, and it nearly did until he felt his daughter unhinge from his grasp, her answer to his musing being lurching forward and unleashing the contents of her stomach on the ocean.
He stepped forward immediately, recognizing the potential for her to go the way of her lunch without the proper balance or just a larger than average wave throwing her against the railing again. He held her back and one of her shoulders, encouraging her to continue spitting up just as the frothy tide threw up that spray at the both of them. Onu closed his eyes just in time, leaving the sour taste of sea water on his tongue. Hacking out what'd gone down his throat, he pulled back when Nenet fell to her knees in front of him.
"Y-y-you l-l-lik-ke f-f-f-f-fish-shing???"
Oh lord.
Her stutter was back and more active than ever. He understood, she was aggravated, but she's spoken three words and it took her so long to force them out that the man nearly forgot what they were. He narrowed his gaze for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. Moving along the massive deck of the ship, he found a kline, each of its legs deposited into peg-like raisings in the wood hammered together with long nails that were then hammered back towards the wood to secure them and mitigate injuries.
"I do," he answered, hailing one of the several servants that'd come aboard with them. They served him wine, the sirdar utterly at ease on the water. So many years sailing and traveling made this paltry in his eyes. It was a shame that his children weren't the same way. Even Sutekh seemed a bit reluctant to accept the sea like Onuphrious did. He offered the girl a smile before he elaborated.
"The waters aren't always so choppy. And it's worse while we're moving. Eventually, we'll just need to worry about the turbulence from the waves."
It was a white lie. Sooner or later, the girl would adjust and get used to this. They'd be on deck for the entire day, after all.
"Do you feel any better? Should I ask the slaves to fetch you something? We could go inside until the ship stops? I've heard it helps."
