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It is the new year! In true celebration of the event, Egyptians young and old, rich and poor, accumulate on the eastern border of the Nile just south of Thebes, to witness the sun set to the west and the Sirius constellation appear in the eastern area of the sky. The appearance of the star proves the start of the first season of the year and the beginning of the solar calendar. To celebrate, the Egyptians remain awake all night long; drinking, celebrating and fornicating in salaciously dark shadows. Yet, when dawn arrives, all will bring their torches together, extinguish them when the orb of the sun finally releases from the hold of the horizon, and then wait to see if the new season would begin with rain; a good omen for the next twelve months...
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It is the new year! In true celebration of the event, Egyptians young and old, rich and poor, accumulate on the eastern border of the Nile just south of Thebes, to witness the sun set to the west and the Sirius constellation appear in the eastern area of the sky. The appearance of the star proves the start of the first season of the year and the beginning of the solar calendar. To celebrate, the Egyptians remain awake all night long; drinking, celebrating and fornicating in salaciously dark shadows. Yet, when dawn arrives, all will bring their torches together, extinguish them when the orb of the sun finally releases from the hold of the horizon, and then wait to see if the new season would begin with rain; a good omen for the next twelve months...
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It is the new year! In true celebration of the event, Egyptians young and old, rich and poor, accumulate on the eastern border of the Nile just south of Thebes, to witness the sun set to the west and the Sirius constellation appear in the eastern area of the sky. The appearance of the star proves the start of the first season of the year and the beginning of the solar calendar. To celebrate, the Egyptians remain awake all night long; drinking, celebrating and fornicating in salaciously dark shadows. Yet, when dawn arrives, all will bring their torches together, extinguish them when the orb of the sun finally releases from the hold of the horizon, and then wait to see if the new season would begin with rain; a good omen for the next twelve months...
Neena was wandering the bank of the Nile grinning from ear to ear. Whatever this celebration was, it looked wonderfully intimate. As the sun was due to set within the next half an hour, the people of Cairo and Thebes had amassed along the eastern bank and were setting up as if ready to be there for a while. Some had baskets of food and others containers of wine. Some had come with multiple layers of cloth and clothing that they either donned ready for the cooling of the night air or had laid out upon the sands in order to sit up and star-gaze when the sun finally did set.
Having no idea what the celebration of the night was, but realising it was one that was important enough to require supplies and provisions and the coming together of Egyptians from all areas of the kingdom, it was exciting to Neena to see them all dotted around in their little House, family or social groups, readying themselves for a long night of festivities. Some had even gone so far as to set up their celebrations of the flesh a little early and in broad sunlight which was apparently entirely acceptable to those around them. There were no children at this event and all those who witnessed the interspersing of lovemaking couples either watched or smiled with endearing allowance.
Egyptians were weird.
Keeping her head covered in the shawl she had purchased for warmth and her naked legs eating up the sands, Neena wandered the crowds in the hopes of seeing someone she already knew or simply finding a new friend that she could settle down with and be explained the reasoning for this particular get together.
One possible group of interest was a hovering party nearby that Neena could see little plumes of smoke rising from, into the air. Those that partook in smoking opium and drinking to excess - she found - were either the most accepting of foreign faces or the most violently condemning. But it was worth a try in seeking out a place to hover during the night's celebrations...
And so, Neena's feet carried her in that direction...
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Neena was wandering the bank of the Nile grinning from ear to ear. Whatever this celebration was, it looked wonderfully intimate. As the sun was due to set within the next half an hour, the people of Cairo and Thebes had amassed along the eastern bank and were setting up as if ready to be there for a while. Some had baskets of food and others containers of wine. Some had come with multiple layers of cloth and clothing that they either donned ready for the cooling of the night air or had laid out upon the sands in order to sit up and star-gaze when the sun finally did set.
Having no idea what the celebration of the night was, but realising it was one that was important enough to require supplies and provisions and the coming together of Egyptians from all areas of the kingdom, it was exciting to Neena to see them all dotted around in their little House, family or social groups, readying themselves for a long night of festivities. Some had even gone so far as to set up their celebrations of the flesh a little early and in broad sunlight which was apparently entirely acceptable to those around them. There were no children at this event and all those who witnessed the interspersing of lovemaking couples either watched or smiled with endearing allowance.
Egyptians were weird.
Keeping her head covered in the shawl she had purchased for warmth and her naked legs eating up the sands, Neena wandered the crowds in the hopes of seeing someone she already knew or simply finding a new friend that she could settle down with and be explained the reasoning for this particular get together.
One possible group of interest was a hovering party nearby that Neena could see little plumes of smoke rising from, into the air. Those that partook in smoking opium and drinking to excess - she found - were either the most accepting of foreign faces or the most violently condemning. But it was worth a try in seeking out a place to hover during the night's celebrations...
And so, Neena's feet carried her in that direction...
Neena was wandering the bank of the Nile grinning from ear to ear. Whatever this celebration was, it looked wonderfully intimate. As the sun was due to set within the next half an hour, the people of Cairo and Thebes had amassed along the eastern bank and were setting up as if ready to be there for a while. Some had baskets of food and others containers of wine. Some had come with multiple layers of cloth and clothing that they either donned ready for the cooling of the night air or had laid out upon the sands in order to sit up and star-gaze when the sun finally did set.
Having no idea what the celebration of the night was, but realising it was one that was important enough to require supplies and provisions and the coming together of Egyptians from all areas of the kingdom, it was exciting to Neena to see them all dotted around in their little House, family or social groups, readying themselves for a long night of festivities. Some had even gone so far as to set up their celebrations of the flesh a little early and in broad sunlight which was apparently entirely acceptable to those around them. There were no children at this event and all those who witnessed the interspersing of lovemaking couples either watched or smiled with endearing allowance.
Egyptians were weird.
Keeping her head covered in the shawl she had purchased for warmth and her naked legs eating up the sands, Neena wandered the crowds in the hopes of seeing someone she already knew or simply finding a new friend that she could settle down with and be explained the reasoning for this particular get together.
One possible group of interest was a hovering party nearby that Neena could see little plumes of smoke rising from, into the air. Those that partook in smoking opium and drinking to excess - she found - were either the most accepting of foreign faces or the most violently condemning. But it was worth a try in seeking out a place to hover during the night's celebrations...
And so, Neena's feet carried her in that direction...
These sorts of celebrations were Hena’s favourite. Wine, Opium and sex were abundant, and those were three of his favourite things, after money and jewels of course. That night saw him dressed casually, not bothering to deck himself out with gold and jewels since he knew that they would likely get wrecked or lost during the night. He didn’t plan on remaining clothed for long anyways.
For the moment he stood with some acquaintances, people he knew only when it was convenient for him to have other people to smoke opium and drink with, and people he did not plan on spending the majority of the night with. But for now, they sat together in a circle, on a blanket laid out on the sand, smoking the opium and enjoying idle chatter that made less and less sense as the drug hit their systems. Hena wasn’t high yet, having forgone the first few offers of opium, a habit he had to attempt to avoid poisoned wine or drugs. If none of them died, he would then partake.
He looked up as he heard footsteps approaching them, to see an average looking woman come up to them. She wasn’t particularly stunning, but she wasn’t ugly either. What was clear though, is she was not from Egypt. He wondered what she was doing here then, if she wasn’t from here. It was rare that any visiting foreigners attended such festivals. Perhaps she was lost?
“If it is opium you seek, we have plenty to share.” He said in greeting, eyes on the woman who had approached.
“Or wine, if that is more your tastes.” He offered, holding a cup of wine up to her in offer as he shifted a little bit to allow her room to sit and join their little band of almost strangers. Hena was a welcoming man, he didn’t care much where someone was from, as long as they didn’t ruin his good time.
“Though in exchange, I would wish to know what brings your attentions to our group out of all who gather.” He said, raising an eyebrow. In his current state, no one who did not already know him would be able to determine he was of noble blood, absent his usual flashy jewelry and clothing, he looked everything like a well-groomed commoner, though there was hardly a person that didn’t know who he was. He doubted that she would, if his assumptions that she was not from Egypt were correct at least.
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These sorts of celebrations were Hena’s favourite. Wine, Opium and sex were abundant, and those were three of his favourite things, after money and jewels of course. That night saw him dressed casually, not bothering to deck himself out with gold and jewels since he knew that they would likely get wrecked or lost during the night. He didn’t plan on remaining clothed for long anyways.
For the moment he stood with some acquaintances, people he knew only when it was convenient for him to have other people to smoke opium and drink with, and people he did not plan on spending the majority of the night with. But for now, they sat together in a circle, on a blanket laid out on the sand, smoking the opium and enjoying idle chatter that made less and less sense as the drug hit their systems. Hena wasn’t high yet, having forgone the first few offers of opium, a habit he had to attempt to avoid poisoned wine or drugs. If none of them died, he would then partake.
He looked up as he heard footsteps approaching them, to see an average looking woman come up to them. She wasn’t particularly stunning, but she wasn’t ugly either. What was clear though, is she was not from Egypt. He wondered what she was doing here then, if she wasn’t from here. It was rare that any visiting foreigners attended such festivals. Perhaps she was lost?
“If it is opium you seek, we have plenty to share.” He said in greeting, eyes on the woman who had approached.
“Or wine, if that is more your tastes.” He offered, holding a cup of wine up to her in offer as he shifted a little bit to allow her room to sit and join their little band of almost strangers. Hena was a welcoming man, he didn’t care much where someone was from, as long as they didn’t ruin his good time.
“Though in exchange, I would wish to know what brings your attentions to our group out of all who gather.” He said, raising an eyebrow. In his current state, no one who did not already know him would be able to determine he was of noble blood, absent his usual flashy jewelry and clothing, he looked everything like a well-groomed commoner, though there was hardly a person that didn’t know who he was. He doubted that she would, if his assumptions that she was not from Egypt were correct at least.
These sorts of celebrations were Hena’s favourite. Wine, Opium and sex were abundant, and those were three of his favourite things, after money and jewels of course. That night saw him dressed casually, not bothering to deck himself out with gold and jewels since he knew that they would likely get wrecked or lost during the night. He didn’t plan on remaining clothed for long anyways.
For the moment he stood with some acquaintances, people he knew only when it was convenient for him to have other people to smoke opium and drink with, and people he did not plan on spending the majority of the night with. But for now, they sat together in a circle, on a blanket laid out on the sand, smoking the opium and enjoying idle chatter that made less and less sense as the drug hit their systems. Hena wasn’t high yet, having forgone the first few offers of opium, a habit he had to attempt to avoid poisoned wine or drugs. If none of them died, he would then partake.
He looked up as he heard footsteps approaching them, to see an average looking woman come up to them. She wasn’t particularly stunning, but she wasn’t ugly either. What was clear though, is she was not from Egypt. He wondered what she was doing here then, if she wasn’t from here. It was rare that any visiting foreigners attended such festivals. Perhaps she was lost?
“If it is opium you seek, we have plenty to share.” He said in greeting, eyes on the woman who had approached.
“Or wine, if that is more your tastes.” He offered, holding a cup of wine up to her in offer as he shifted a little bit to allow her room to sit and join their little band of almost strangers. Hena was a welcoming man, he didn’t care much where someone was from, as long as they didn’t ruin his good time.
“Though in exchange, I would wish to know what brings your attentions to our group out of all who gather.” He said, raising an eyebrow. In his current state, no one who did not already know him would be able to determine he was of noble blood, absent his usual flashy jewelry and clothing, he looked everything like a well-groomed commoner, though there was hardly a person that didn’t know who he was. He doubted that she would, if his assumptions that she was not from Egypt were correct at least.
Neena's pace of lazy and confident steps didn't change when a young Egyptian's gaze caught and held her own. He spoke to her, offered her pipes of trailing smoke that were passing around the group and a cup of wine that he held himself. He was open and welcoming which was rare for an Egyptian, and yet it didn't hurry her step. Neena was exuberant but she was so because she took like at her own pace, without stress or pressure. She did, however, allow her features to stretch into a bright smile, the white of her teeth stark against the darkness of her skin and the dimming light of the late afternoon.
"Am I only permitted one?" She asked the man, replying in easy enough Coptic. Years of experience travelling between the kingdoms of Africa had made her fluent in all Bedoan dialects, Greek and Coptic. Hebrew was still a work in progress but she could speak it well enough. The same with Latin. Her expression to accompany the words that left her tongue with only the slightest of Bedoan accents was one of cheeky challenge. Life wasn't about choice. It was about finding a way to have everything that you wanted (if you could, and if it didn't harm others).
As the young man who appeared noble if through no other reason than the quality and sheen of his hair and skin - for his clothes were little to be admired, basic but finely made - moved over to shift about some space and open up a spot upon which she could sit, Neena deposited herself down upon the fabrics that had been laid out against the sandy shores of the Nile.
"Do I have to have a reason?" Neena asked, with that same look of challenge. Her head turned as she openly gazed out at the crowds that had gathered upon the Nile. The people around them seemed to fall into two categories: those who were avoiding the more exotic, erotic and to many, inappropriate means of celebrating the festivities, and those who had already been celebrating for so many hours already that they hardly seemed able to be disturbed. Neena had been looking for a group somewhere in between. And specifically of Egyptians. For only they would be able to answer her curious questions.
"I'll trade you a question for a request." Neena said, flippantly. "If we answer the other's query, we're allowed to demand something in return. Else the other gets the demand." She plucked the cup from the man's outstretched hand.
"I came to talk to you because I chose an Egyptian group who could tell me about the festival. There, I've answered your question." Her eyes burnt bright. "Now gimme one of those..." She pointed to a small leather pouch in their group that contained snacks of some kind. They smelt sweet and Neena was hungry...
"Then I'll ask you what the festival is about and you can make your own demand." She told him with a flippant tone of relaxed fun...
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Neena's pace of lazy and confident steps didn't change when a young Egyptian's gaze caught and held her own. He spoke to her, offered her pipes of trailing smoke that were passing around the group and a cup of wine that he held himself. He was open and welcoming which was rare for an Egyptian, and yet it didn't hurry her step. Neena was exuberant but she was so because she took like at her own pace, without stress or pressure. She did, however, allow her features to stretch into a bright smile, the white of her teeth stark against the darkness of her skin and the dimming light of the late afternoon.
"Am I only permitted one?" She asked the man, replying in easy enough Coptic. Years of experience travelling between the kingdoms of Africa had made her fluent in all Bedoan dialects, Greek and Coptic. Hebrew was still a work in progress but she could speak it well enough. The same with Latin. Her expression to accompany the words that left her tongue with only the slightest of Bedoan accents was one of cheeky challenge. Life wasn't about choice. It was about finding a way to have everything that you wanted (if you could, and if it didn't harm others).
As the young man who appeared noble if through no other reason than the quality and sheen of his hair and skin - for his clothes were little to be admired, basic but finely made - moved over to shift about some space and open up a spot upon which she could sit, Neena deposited herself down upon the fabrics that had been laid out against the sandy shores of the Nile.
"Do I have to have a reason?" Neena asked, with that same look of challenge. Her head turned as she openly gazed out at the crowds that had gathered upon the Nile. The people around them seemed to fall into two categories: those who were avoiding the more exotic, erotic and to many, inappropriate means of celebrating the festivities, and those who had already been celebrating for so many hours already that they hardly seemed able to be disturbed. Neena had been looking for a group somewhere in between. And specifically of Egyptians. For only they would be able to answer her curious questions.
"I'll trade you a question for a request." Neena said, flippantly. "If we answer the other's query, we're allowed to demand something in return. Else the other gets the demand." She plucked the cup from the man's outstretched hand.
"I came to talk to you because I chose an Egyptian group who could tell me about the festival. There, I've answered your question." Her eyes burnt bright. "Now gimme one of those..." She pointed to a small leather pouch in their group that contained snacks of some kind. They smelt sweet and Neena was hungry...
"Then I'll ask you what the festival is about and you can make your own demand." She told him with a flippant tone of relaxed fun...
Neena's pace of lazy and confident steps didn't change when a young Egyptian's gaze caught and held her own. He spoke to her, offered her pipes of trailing smoke that were passing around the group and a cup of wine that he held himself. He was open and welcoming which was rare for an Egyptian, and yet it didn't hurry her step. Neena was exuberant but she was so because she took like at her own pace, without stress or pressure. She did, however, allow her features to stretch into a bright smile, the white of her teeth stark against the darkness of her skin and the dimming light of the late afternoon.
"Am I only permitted one?" She asked the man, replying in easy enough Coptic. Years of experience travelling between the kingdoms of Africa had made her fluent in all Bedoan dialects, Greek and Coptic. Hebrew was still a work in progress but she could speak it well enough. The same with Latin. Her expression to accompany the words that left her tongue with only the slightest of Bedoan accents was one of cheeky challenge. Life wasn't about choice. It was about finding a way to have everything that you wanted (if you could, and if it didn't harm others).
As the young man who appeared noble if through no other reason than the quality and sheen of his hair and skin - for his clothes were little to be admired, basic but finely made - moved over to shift about some space and open up a spot upon which she could sit, Neena deposited herself down upon the fabrics that had been laid out against the sandy shores of the Nile.
"Do I have to have a reason?" Neena asked, with that same look of challenge. Her head turned as she openly gazed out at the crowds that had gathered upon the Nile. The people around them seemed to fall into two categories: those who were avoiding the more exotic, erotic and to many, inappropriate means of celebrating the festivities, and those who had already been celebrating for so many hours already that they hardly seemed able to be disturbed. Neena had been looking for a group somewhere in between. And specifically of Egyptians. For only they would be able to answer her curious questions.
"I'll trade you a question for a request." Neena said, flippantly. "If we answer the other's query, we're allowed to demand something in return. Else the other gets the demand." She plucked the cup from the man's outstretched hand.
"I came to talk to you because I chose an Egyptian group who could tell me about the festival. There, I've answered your question." Her eyes burnt bright. "Now gimme one of those..." She pointed to a small leather pouch in their group that contained snacks of some kind. They smelt sweet and Neena was hungry...
"Then I'll ask you what the festival is about and you can make your own demand." She told him with a flippant tone of relaxed fun...
Surrounded by the royal guards and accompanied by an entourage of attendants and slaves, Hatshepsut walked sedately beside the river, heading for the pavilion that had been set up for her. It was the best place to watch the sun rise, and in the distance she could see its colorful banners fluttering in the gentle breeze. Nothing about her demeanor belied the excitement she felt. She had never been allowed to observe the entire celebration before because she had been too young and was taken back to the palace before nightfall. Tonight she would be experiencing it for the first time.
She was excited for another reason as well. When the sun began to rise over the horizon, she would turn fifteen. All through her life, the young Queen had been told that because she had been born at that auspicious moment, the gods had bestowed their greatest blessing and supreme favor upon her. She was destined for great things, it was said, and her reign would bring joy and prosperity to her people. As a young child, she had simply accepted that destiny, but as she grew up, she felt overwhelmed and was afraid that she would disappoint her kingdom by not meeting its grand expectations.
Hatshepsut didn't think of this now as her procession wove through the crowd. Everyone she passed bowed deeply and she smiled at them graciously. Several woman handed her brightly colored and sweetly fragrant flowers, which she gathered into a bouquet held by both hands.
What thrilled her most about these particular festivities was the fact that she was now considered an adult and able to marry and rule in her own right. A shy and demure young lady, she was in no hurry for either, and perfectly content to listen to her mother's guidance. But it was still splendid to be grown up at last.
She was able to dress in a more mature fashion as well. The Queen of all Egypt was clad in a gown made of a network of glittering diamonds over a flesh colored sheath. The straps that covered her breasts were composed of emeralds, rubies, topazes, and sapphires, as was the lavish border along the hemline. A wide collar in varying patterns of the same colors adorned her neck and shoulders.
Gold bracelets snaked around her upper arms and gold bands encircled her wrists. Jeweled rings sparkled upon each finger. She wore a full wig with jewels decorating the ends of each tiny braid. Generally Hatshepsut preferred her natural hair but her tall plumed crown with its gleaming sun disk was so heavy that it bit into her scalp. The wig served as a buffer between the crown and her skin. Upon her feet were golden sandals that were also decorated with jewels and above them were anklets of gold.
Once the sun set and it became colder, she would don the luxurious lion's fur cloak that was currently being carried by one of her ladies-in-waiting. She had been appalled when she had first received it. How could she wear the skin of a cat, her favorite animal? However, she had been told that the lions had died of natural causes and it would honor the gods if she kept their memories alive by wearing their pelts. Now she loved it, especially the way the manes that cascaded from her neck to her chest felt against her bare skin.
What would the evening bring, she wondered? Would it be as marvelous as she expected? Hatshepsut smiled as she accepted a flower from a girl about her own age and continued on her way toward the royal pavilion.
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Surrounded by the royal guards and accompanied by an entourage of attendants and slaves, Hatshepsut walked sedately beside the river, heading for the pavilion that had been set up for her. It was the best place to watch the sun rise, and in the distance she could see its colorful banners fluttering in the gentle breeze. Nothing about her demeanor belied the excitement she felt. She had never been allowed to observe the entire celebration before because she had been too young and was taken back to the palace before nightfall. Tonight she would be experiencing it for the first time.
She was excited for another reason as well. When the sun began to rise over the horizon, she would turn fifteen. All through her life, the young Queen had been told that because she had been born at that auspicious moment, the gods had bestowed their greatest blessing and supreme favor upon her. She was destined for great things, it was said, and her reign would bring joy and prosperity to her people. As a young child, she had simply accepted that destiny, but as she grew up, she felt overwhelmed and was afraid that she would disappoint her kingdom by not meeting its grand expectations.
Hatshepsut didn't think of this now as her procession wove through the crowd. Everyone she passed bowed deeply and she smiled at them graciously. Several woman handed her brightly colored and sweetly fragrant flowers, which she gathered into a bouquet held by both hands.
What thrilled her most about these particular festivities was the fact that she was now considered an adult and able to marry and rule in her own right. A shy and demure young lady, she was in no hurry for either, and perfectly content to listen to her mother's guidance. But it was still splendid to be grown up at last.
She was able to dress in a more mature fashion as well. The Queen of all Egypt was clad in a gown made of a network of glittering diamonds over a flesh colored sheath. The straps that covered her breasts were composed of emeralds, rubies, topazes, and sapphires, as was the lavish border along the hemline. A wide collar in varying patterns of the same colors adorned her neck and shoulders.
Gold bracelets snaked around her upper arms and gold bands encircled her wrists. Jeweled rings sparkled upon each finger. She wore a full wig with jewels decorating the ends of each tiny braid. Generally Hatshepsut preferred her natural hair but her tall plumed crown with its gleaming sun disk was so heavy that it bit into her scalp. The wig served as a buffer between the crown and her skin. Upon her feet were golden sandals that were also decorated with jewels and above them were anklets of gold.
Once the sun set and it became colder, she would don the luxurious lion's fur cloak that was currently being carried by one of her ladies-in-waiting. She had been appalled when she had first received it. How could she wear the skin of a cat, her favorite animal? However, she had been told that the lions had died of natural causes and it would honor the gods if she kept their memories alive by wearing their pelts. Now she loved it, especially the way the manes that cascaded from her neck to her chest felt against her bare skin.
What would the evening bring, she wondered? Would it be as marvelous as she expected? Hatshepsut smiled as she accepted a flower from a girl about her own age and continued on her way toward the royal pavilion.
Surrounded by the royal guards and accompanied by an entourage of attendants and slaves, Hatshepsut walked sedately beside the river, heading for the pavilion that had been set up for her. It was the best place to watch the sun rise, and in the distance she could see its colorful banners fluttering in the gentle breeze. Nothing about her demeanor belied the excitement she felt. She had never been allowed to observe the entire celebration before because she had been too young and was taken back to the palace before nightfall. Tonight she would be experiencing it for the first time.
She was excited for another reason as well. When the sun began to rise over the horizon, she would turn fifteen. All through her life, the young Queen had been told that because she had been born at that auspicious moment, the gods had bestowed their greatest blessing and supreme favor upon her. She was destined for great things, it was said, and her reign would bring joy and prosperity to her people. As a young child, she had simply accepted that destiny, but as she grew up, she felt overwhelmed and was afraid that she would disappoint her kingdom by not meeting its grand expectations.
Hatshepsut didn't think of this now as her procession wove through the crowd. Everyone she passed bowed deeply and she smiled at them graciously. Several woman handed her brightly colored and sweetly fragrant flowers, which she gathered into a bouquet held by both hands.
What thrilled her most about these particular festivities was the fact that she was now considered an adult and able to marry and rule in her own right. A shy and demure young lady, she was in no hurry for either, and perfectly content to listen to her mother's guidance. But it was still splendid to be grown up at last.
She was able to dress in a more mature fashion as well. The Queen of all Egypt was clad in a gown made of a network of glittering diamonds over a flesh colored sheath. The straps that covered her breasts were composed of emeralds, rubies, topazes, and sapphires, as was the lavish border along the hemline. A wide collar in varying patterns of the same colors adorned her neck and shoulders.
Gold bracelets snaked around her upper arms and gold bands encircled her wrists. Jeweled rings sparkled upon each finger. She wore a full wig with jewels decorating the ends of each tiny braid. Generally Hatshepsut preferred her natural hair but her tall plumed crown with its gleaming sun disk was so heavy that it bit into her scalp. The wig served as a buffer between the crown and her skin. Upon her feet were golden sandals that were also decorated with jewels and above them were anklets of gold.
Once the sun set and it became colder, she would don the luxurious lion's fur cloak that was currently being carried by one of her ladies-in-waiting. She had been appalled when she had first received it. How could she wear the skin of a cat, her favorite animal? However, she had been told that the lions had died of natural causes and it would honor the gods if she kept their memories alive by wearing their pelts. Now she loved it, especially the way the manes that cascaded from her neck to her chest felt against her bare skin.
What would the evening bring, she wondered? Would it be as marvelous as she expected? Hatshepsut smiled as she accepted a flower from a girl about her own age and continued on her way toward the royal pavilion.
He laughed a little. Oh, he liked this woman.
“You’re welcome to share any of what we have. We have plenty to go around.” He replied, smirking a little. It was true, he had supplied the wine and opium himself, and he had more than enough to supply the little group ten times over, even with the new addition to their numbers. He didn’t plan on being even a bit sober for the entire celebration.
“I suppose you do not. Though it is not often that a foreign stranger places herself among my friends.” He said, letting her take the wine. One of his slaves, who waited outside the circle to serve him and his friends poured him another cup, handing it to him before stepping away once more. He took it without so much as a glance to the slave who passed him the cup, his attention focused on the stranger.
His so called friends who were in the circle were mostly out of it, the several rounds of opium sending most of them off into their own worlds, but the couple who weren’t, stayed silent and just started at Hena and the woman as they spoke. Those he hung out with during these festivals always were cowards, too afraid of offending him to really say much, but at least they were company. This woman though, she didn’t seem to know who he was at all.
He laughed as she turned his question into a demand for food.
“A woman who knows what she wants.” He said, motioning for one of his slaves to bring some food over. She did, avoiding eye contact with Neena as she brought a pouch of the dried fruit and seeds over to her.
“We celebrate the beginning of a new year. The night is spent celebrating in what ever way you prefer, to pay tribute to a prosperous year and the hopes for another to come.” He said simply, which was a basic version of the celebration, but one he thought covered all the bases.
“A demand then.” He said, taking a drink from his cup of wine as he attempted to think of something to demand of her in exchange for an answer to his question.
He spotted someone he knew, someone he hated from his childhood, and he grinned before looking back at her.
“See that man there? I want you to go over and pour your wine over his head, act as if you are his scorned wife.” He snickered, looking over at the man who was currently attempting to talk up some busty young woman.
“Drive his company away, and then return and I will be happy to answer any further questions.” He said, wondering if she would actually play along with his ridiculous request, or if she would refuse. Hena was a fan of causing trouble, and perhaps she hadn’t realized that when she had offered to let him demand she do things. He wouldn’t be mad if she refused, disappointed perhaps, but it wasn’t the end of the world if she didn’t want to.
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He laughed a little. Oh, he liked this woman.
“You’re welcome to share any of what we have. We have plenty to go around.” He replied, smirking a little. It was true, he had supplied the wine and opium himself, and he had more than enough to supply the little group ten times over, even with the new addition to their numbers. He didn’t plan on being even a bit sober for the entire celebration.
“I suppose you do not. Though it is not often that a foreign stranger places herself among my friends.” He said, letting her take the wine. One of his slaves, who waited outside the circle to serve him and his friends poured him another cup, handing it to him before stepping away once more. He took it without so much as a glance to the slave who passed him the cup, his attention focused on the stranger.
His so called friends who were in the circle were mostly out of it, the several rounds of opium sending most of them off into their own worlds, but the couple who weren’t, stayed silent and just started at Hena and the woman as they spoke. Those he hung out with during these festivals always were cowards, too afraid of offending him to really say much, but at least they were company. This woman though, she didn’t seem to know who he was at all.
He laughed as she turned his question into a demand for food.
“A woman who knows what she wants.” He said, motioning for one of his slaves to bring some food over. She did, avoiding eye contact with Neena as she brought a pouch of the dried fruit and seeds over to her.
“We celebrate the beginning of a new year. The night is spent celebrating in what ever way you prefer, to pay tribute to a prosperous year and the hopes for another to come.” He said simply, which was a basic version of the celebration, but one he thought covered all the bases.
“A demand then.” He said, taking a drink from his cup of wine as he attempted to think of something to demand of her in exchange for an answer to his question.
He spotted someone he knew, someone he hated from his childhood, and he grinned before looking back at her.
“See that man there? I want you to go over and pour your wine over his head, act as if you are his scorned wife.” He snickered, looking over at the man who was currently attempting to talk up some busty young woman.
“Drive his company away, and then return and I will be happy to answer any further questions.” He said, wondering if she would actually play along with his ridiculous request, or if she would refuse. Hena was a fan of causing trouble, and perhaps she hadn’t realized that when she had offered to let him demand she do things. He wouldn’t be mad if she refused, disappointed perhaps, but it wasn’t the end of the world if she didn’t want to.
He laughed a little. Oh, he liked this woman.
“You’re welcome to share any of what we have. We have plenty to go around.” He replied, smirking a little. It was true, he had supplied the wine and opium himself, and he had more than enough to supply the little group ten times over, even with the new addition to their numbers. He didn’t plan on being even a bit sober for the entire celebration.
“I suppose you do not. Though it is not often that a foreign stranger places herself among my friends.” He said, letting her take the wine. One of his slaves, who waited outside the circle to serve him and his friends poured him another cup, handing it to him before stepping away once more. He took it without so much as a glance to the slave who passed him the cup, his attention focused on the stranger.
His so called friends who were in the circle were mostly out of it, the several rounds of opium sending most of them off into their own worlds, but the couple who weren’t, stayed silent and just started at Hena and the woman as they spoke. Those he hung out with during these festivals always were cowards, too afraid of offending him to really say much, but at least they were company. This woman though, she didn’t seem to know who he was at all.
He laughed as she turned his question into a demand for food.
“A woman who knows what she wants.” He said, motioning for one of his slaves to bring some food over. She did, avoiding eye contact with Neena as she brought a pouch of the dried fruit and seeds over to her.
“We celebrate the beginning of a new year. The night is spent celebrating in what ever way you prefer, to pay tribute to a prosperous year and the hopes for another to come.” He said simply, which was a basic version of the celebration, but one he thought covered all the bases.
“A demand then.” He said, taking a drink from his cup of wine as he attempted to think of something to demand of her in exchange for an answer to his question.
He spotted someone he knew, someone he hated from his childhood, and he grinned before looking back at her.
“See that man there? I want you to go over and pour your wine over his head, act as if you are his scorned wife.” He snickered, looking over at the man who was currently attempting to talk up some busty young woman.
“Drive his company away, and then return and I will be happy to answer any further questions.” He said, wondering if she would actually play along with his ridiculous request, or if she would refuse. Hena was a fan of causing trouble, and perhaps she hadn’t realized that when she had offered to let him demand she do things. He wouldn’t be mad if she refused, disappointed perhaps, but it wasn’t the end of the world if she didn’t want to.
When the young man mentioned how it was rare for strangers to entangle themselves as part of his group, Neena simply lifted a shoulder in nonchalance.
"Well..." she determined, in answer to his question... "I am one of kind." Her tone was one of exaggerated humour rather than haughty arrogance. She was comfortable in her own skin, knew herself to be fairly unique but also did not consider herself to be better than those around her because of it. A mature vantage point if you asked some and self-deprecating if you asked others.
Either way, Neena was folding her long bare legs beneath her and settling down with the group, taking up the fruits and nuts with a bright and thankful smile to the girl who - bizarrely - wouldn't look up at her. Instead, she turned to look at the man eager to engage her in conversation; clearly the alpha of the group (for there was always one) and eager to debate with one who didn't bow to his authority.
When he commented on her being a woman who knew what she wanted, Neena's grin turned to a mix of salacious desires and mischievous intent as she replied with only a single word - "Always." - before popping a few of the dried and sweetened dates into her mouth. She bit down and the taste was pleasant across her tongue. She closed her eyes to enjoy it for a moment, then licked her lips before she took another.
Listening to the explanation of the festivities around her, Neena nodded. Most cultures had a new year festival of sorts. Yet she couldn't honestly say that she had been to one before that used sex as a means of celebrating annual markers of time. Well... to each their own!
"Ha!"
The word left Neena's lips of a guffaw of feminine but full-bodied laughter as she looked out over the sands and towards the man that the Egyptian had singled out to be humiliated. Whilst she was a woman for whom all fun and games was on the cards, she wasn't one to mess with others maliciously. And whilst she could see the joke on the man being amusing, the damage to his relationship to the young woman was not a fair exchange for momentary amusement.
Only... upon looking a little closer, Neena realised that such a relationship didn't truly exist. And that the man had basically determined that the rather curvaceous woman join him so that he might impress her with his means of entering her personal space. Something she didn't seem too pleased about.
Two birds... Neena thought to herself and glanced at her Egyptian cohort. With a smile and a wink, Neena unfolded her legs back up, moving from a crouch to standing like an uncoiling spring and headed over in that direction, a large goblet of wine in hand.
Half way there, however, Neena became distracted by a large procession that saw many others stopping what they were doing and offering bowed heads of respect. Wincing against the light of the setting sun, Neena placed a hand to her brow and looked out over the sands to the riverbank trying to work out who could command such a presence. But it only seemed to be a young girl, barely reaching beyond puberty in age.
With a frown of confusion of why a child would create such a reaction in so many, Neena had forgotten her task and was standing behind her target of deceit with cup in hand, unfortunately now unable to use the element of surprise, for he had turned and spotted her at his shoulder.
With a cry of pleasure, his words slurred on too much drink, the Egyptian made an almost incomprehensible yet unimaginably crude comment about her race and what it might mean for her beneath her clothes and secured a hand around her ankle, assuming she was there for his pleasures in shame and sex.
Acting on instinct, Neena did not - as she had been instructed - dump her drink over his head but instead whipped an arm out and slammed the bronze cup into his temple. Wine went everywhere, the cup dented against the man's skull and made a surprisingly loud dong noise as metal met bone and the next second the man fell flat on his back, dazed and knocked out.
With a grimace at splayed her lower lip wide and fat, Neena looked around at the woman she had now released a predatorial gaze and let one shoulder rise and fall.
"Oops."
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When the young man mentioned how it was rare for strangers to entangle themselves as part of his group, Neena simply lifted a shoulder in nonchalance.
"Well..." she determined, in answer to his question... "I am one of kind." Her tone was one of exaggerated humour rather than haughty arrogance. She was comfortable in her own skin, knew herself to be fairly unique but also did not consider herself to be better than those around her because of it. A mature vantage point if you asked some and self-deprecating if you asked others.
Either way, Neena was folding her long bare legs beneath her and settling down with the group, taking up the fruits and nuts with a bright and thankful smile to the girl who - bizarrely - wouldn't look up at her. Instead, she turned to look at the man eager to engage her in conversation; clearly the alpha of the group (for there was always one) and eager to debate with one who didn't bow to his authority.
When he commented on her being a woman who knew what she wanted, Neena's grin turned to a mix of salacious desires and mischievous intent as she replied with only a single word - "Always." - before popping a few of the dried and sweetened dates into her mouth. She bit down and the taste was pleasant across her tongue. She closed her eyes to enjoy it for a moment, then licked her lips before she took another.
Listening to the explanation of the festivities around her, Neena nodded. Most cultures had a new year festival of sorts. Yet she couldn't honestly say that she had been to one before that used sex as a means of celebrating annual markers of time. Well... to each their own!
"Ha!"
The word left Neena's lips of a guffaw of feminine but full-bodied laughter as she looked out over the sands and towards the man that the Egyptian had singled out to be humiliated. Whilst she was a woman for whom all fun and games was on the cards, she wasn't one to mess with others maliciously. And whilst she could see the joke on the man being amusing, the damage to his relationship to the young woman was not a fair exchange for momentary amusement.
Only... upon looking a little closer, Neena realised that such a relationship didn't truly exist. And that the man had basically determined that the rather curvaceous woman join him so that he might impress her with his means of entering her personal space. Something she didn't seem too pleased about.
Two birds... Neena thought to herself and glanced at her Egyptian cohort. With a smile and a wink, Neena unfolded her legs back up, moving from a crouch to standing like an uncoiling spring and headed over in that direction, a large goblet of wine in hand.
Half way there, however, Neena became distracted by a large procession that saw many others stopping what they were doing and offering bowed heads of respect. Wincing against the light of the setting sun, Neena placed a hand to her brow and looked out over the sands to the riverbank trying to work out who could command such a presence. But it only seemed to be a young girl, barely reaching beyond puberty in age.
With a frown of confusion of why a child would create such a reaction in so many, Neena had forgotten her task and was standing behind her target of deceit with cup in hand, unfortunately now unable to use the element of surprise, for he had turned and spotted her at his shoulder.
With a cry of pleasure, his words slurred on too much drink, the Egyptian made an almost incomprehensible yet unimaginably crude comment about her race and what it might mean for her beneath her clothes and secured a hand around her ankle, assuming she was there for his pleasures in shame and sex.
Acting on instinct, Neena did not - as she had been instructed - dump her drink over his head but instead whipped an arm out and slammed the bronze cup into his temple. Wine went everywhere, the cup dented against the man's skull and made a surprisingly loud dong noise as metal met bone and the next second the man fell flat on his back, dazed and knocked out.
With a grimace at splayed her lower lip wide and fat, Neena looked around at the woman she had now released a predatorial gaze and let one shoulder rise and fall.
"Oops."
When the young man mentioned how it was rare for strangers to entangle themselves as part of his group, Neena simply lifted a shoulder in nonchalance.
"Well..." she determined, in answer to his question... "I am one of kind." Her tone was one of exaggerated humour rather than haughty arrogance. She was comfortable in her own skin, knew herself to be fairly unique but also did not consider herself to be better than those around her because of it. A mature vantage point if you asked some and self-deprecating if you asked others.
Either way, Neena was folding her long bare legs beneath her and settling down with the group, taking up the fruits and nuts with a bright and thankful smile to the girl who - bizarrely - wouldn't look up at her. Instead, she turned to look at the man eager to engage her in conversation; clearly the alpha of the group (for there was always one) and eager to debate with one who didn't bow to his authority.
When he commented on her being a woman who knew what she wanted, Neena's grin turned to a mix of salacious desires and mischievous intent as she replied with only a single word - "Always." - before popping a few of the dried and sweetened dates into her mouth. She bit down and the taste was pleasant across her tongue. She closed her eyes to enjoy it for a moment, then licked her lips before she took another.
Listening to the explanation of the festivities around her, Neena nodded. Most cultures had a new year festival of sorts. Yet she couldn't honestly say that she had been to one before that used sex as a means of celebrating annual markers of time. Well... to each their own!
"Ha!"
The word left Neena's lips of a guffaw of feminine but full-bodied laughter as she looked out over the sands and towards the man that the Egyptian had singled out to be humiliated. Whilst she was a woman for whom all fun and games was on the cards, she wasn't one to mess with others maliciously. And whilst she could see the joke on the man being amusing, the damage to his relationship to the young woman was not a fair exchange for momentary amusement.
Only... upon looking a little closer, Neena realised that such a relationship didn't truly exist. And that the man had basically determined that the rather curvaceous woman join him so that he might impress her with his means of entering her personal space. Something she didn't seem too pleased about.
Two birds... Neena thought to herself and glanced at her Egyptian cohort. With a smile and a wink, Neena unfolded her legs back up, moving from a crouch to standing like an uncoiling spring and headed over in that direction, a large goblet of wine in hand.
Half way there, however, Neena became distracted by a large procession that saw many others stopping what they were doing and offering bowed heads of respect. Wincing against the light of the setting sun, Neena placed a hand to her brow and looked out over the sands to the riverbank trying to work out who could command such a presence. But it only seemed to be a young girl, barely reaching beyond puberty in age.
With a frown of confusion of why a child would create such a reaction in so many, Neena had forgotten her task and was standing behind her target of deceit with cup in hand, unfortunately now unable to use the element of surprise, for he had turned and spotted her at his shoulder.
With a cry of pleasure, his words slurred on too much drink, the Egyptian made an almost incomprehensible yet unimaginably crude comment about her race and what it might mean for her beneath her clothes and secured a hand around her ankle, assuming she was there for his pleasures in shame and sex.
Acting on instinct, Neena did not - as she had been instructed - dump her drink over his head but instead whipped an arm out and slammed the bronze cup into his temple. Wine went everywhere, the cup dented against the man's skull and made a surprisingly loud dong noise as metal met bone and the next second the man fell flat on his back, dazed and knocked out.
With a grimace at splayed her lower lip wide and fat, Neena looked around at the woman she had now released a predatorial gaze and let one shoulder rise and fall.
"Oops."
It was nearly impossible for Safiya to restrain her normal level of excitement that was always present for this event. Well, really any that allowed her to have the perfect excuse for celebration along with some of the loss of inhibition that came with these kinds of gatherings. However, Safiya was not sure that she was going to have the same kind of freedom that had been the case before; now she was the handmaid to the queen.
Was she supposed to be restrained and show off some dignified air? Safiya was not at all confident about being able to pull that off.
Safiya was going to try, if that was really what Hatshepsut wanted and needed her to be but for the time being she had that curling knot in her stomach as she worried about how successful that could be. Safiya had started to feel a little bit more secure about her position with the queen but it was not easy or always the most straightforward arrangement in her life but with the recent situation in her own family, it was perhaps the most secure and she didn't mind having that kind of foundation underneath her right now.
As ever, she watched the young queen carefully "Are you warm enough, your grace?" the inquiry made as she adjusted the weight of the fur cloak that she was holding at present.
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It was nearly impossible for Safiya to restrain her normal level of excitement that was always present for this event. Well, really any that allowed her to have the perfect excuse for celebration along with some of the loss of inhibition that came with these kinds of gatherings. However, Safiya was not sure that she was going to have the same kind of freedom that had been the case before; now she was the handmaid to the queen.
Was she supposed to be restrained and show off some dignified air? Safiya was not at all confident about being able to pull that off.
Safiya was going to try, if that was really what Hatshepsut wanted and needed her to be but for the time being she had that curling knot in her stomach as she worried about how successful that could be. Safiya had started to feel a little bit more secure about her position with the queen but it was not easy or always the most straightforward arrangement in her life but with the recent situation in her own family, it was perhaps the most secure and she didn't mind having that kind of foundation underneath her right now.
As ever, she watched the young queen carefully "Are you warm enough, your grace?" the inquiry made as she adjusted the weight of the fur cloak that she was holding at present.
It was nearly impossible for Safiya to restrain her normal level of excitement that was always present for this event. Well, really any that allowed her to have the perfect excuse for celebration along with some of the loss of inhibition that came with these kinds of gatherings. However, Safiya was not sure that she was going to have the same kind of freedom that had been the case before; now she was the handmaid to the queen.
Was she supposed to be restrained and show off some dignified air? Safiya was not at all confident about being able to pull that off.
Safiya was going to try, if that was really what Hatshepsut wanted and needed her to be but for the time being she had that curling knot in her stomach as she worried about how successful that could be. Safiya had started to feel a little bit more secure about her position with the queen but it was not easy or always the most straightforward arrangement in her life but with the recent situation in her own family, it was perhaps the most secure and she didn't mind having that kind of foundation underneath her right now.
As ever, she watched the young queen carefully "Are you warm enough, your grace?" the inquiry made as she adjusted the weight of the fur cloak that she was holding at present.
As she'd observed many times before, the public sexual...events, if one could use that term, at festivities like this one, always made Nafretiri uneasy because she had found nothing remotely pleasant about such things. But today, she was feeling a little more excited than usual about the rest of the day. Aneksi would be a year old this month! How was that possible? And so she had to do something special to mark this particular occasion, because aside from being the new year, it meant something else now, somehow.
Maybe it meant her personal hell would be a little less suffocating. She could hope so, though she doubted it for her own reasons, as she still didn't feel totally integrated into the priesthood despite having passed her initiation. Yes, she was one of the priestesses now, but still, she sometimes felt helpless. Even if she could let down her guard, make friends, and tell someone else- besides Mother Sekhemu, obviously- why she had come here so she wouldn't feel so alone, Nafretiri despaired of ever infiltrating any of the little cliques that seemed to have sprung up out of the temple walls ever since she'd announced that she'd like to become an acolyte. It was as if they had their own secret society still, even though she was now a part of that society. Included, yet separate. The story of her life, in Israel, too, really. There, it had been because she was seemingly too educated- as much as a girl could be- for most of even those who might have been friends to be able to truly understand. Here in Egypt, it was something else, although she couldn't say just what, and it didn't all have to do with the color of her skin or her former religious beliefs. Maybe she just wasn't outgoing enough to be perceived as a priestess of Hathor. A devoted worshiper, maybe, but the priestesses seemed to have a freedom- sexually, yes, but also in other matters- that Nafretiri simply did not seem to possess. Well, considering the circumstances from which she'd quite literally escaped, Nafretiri doubted Mother Sekhemu could blame her for being shy. A lot of the priestesses seemed to still look at her strangely, though. Would she always be such a misfit everywhere she went?
In that way, regardless of the way in which she'd arrived, Aneksi was a blessing to her mother, someone to love her, even if the child couldn't say more than a couple of words yet. So Nafretiri was here not only as a priestess, but as a thankful worshiper, praising the gods for her daughter, and for whatever- hopefully- good things a new year might bring.
She buried her face in the baby's curly head, finding comfort- at least for today- despite the fact that she always felt she had to be even more on her guard when her daughter was present. But at the new year, it was only fitting for Nafretiri that Aneksi be included in the crowd. It was good to be alive, to simply be breathing...no matter how anything else went. And Aneksi was not walking yet, but would likely be soon. Where had the time gone? It seemed that time passed too slowly when one was trying to heal, but too fast when one wanted to capture moments of sweetness forever.
Arriving with her sister priestesses, Nafretiri caught a glimpse of the beautiful Queen. She, too, seemed somehow apart from everyone else, and while Nafretiri would never be royalty, unless she married into it by some bizarre and unlikely twist of fate, she did wonder if Hatshepsut was somehow lonely as well.
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As she'd observed many times before, the public sexual...events, if one could use that term, at festivities like this one, always made Nafretiri uneasy because she had found nothing remotely pleasant about such things. But today, she was feeling a little more excited than usual about the rest of the day. Aneksi would be a year old this month! How was that possible? And so she had to do something special to mark this particular occasion, because aside from being the new year, it meant something else now, somehow.
Maybe it meant her personal hell would be a little less suffocating. She could hope so, though she doubted it for her own reasons, as she still didn't feel totally integrated into the priesthood despite having passed her initiation. Yes, she was one of the priestesses now, but still, she sometimes felt helpless. Even if she could let down her guard, make friends, and tell someone else- besides Mother Sekhemu, obviously- why she had come here so she wouldn't feel so alone, Nafretiri despaired of ever infiltrating any of the little cliques that seemed to have sprung up out of the temple walls ever since she'd announced that she'd like to become an acolyte. It was as if they had their own secret society still, even though she was now a part of that society. Included, yet separate. The story of her life, in Israel, too, really. There, it had been because she was seemingly too educated- as much as a girl could be- for most of even those who might have been friends to be able to truly understand. Here in Egypt, it was something else, although she couldn't say just what, and it didn't all have to do with the color of her skin or her former religious beliefs. Maybe she just wasn't outgoing enough to be perceived as a priestess of Hathor. A devoted worshiper, maybe, but the priestesses seemed to have a freedom- sexually, yes, but also in other matters- that Nafretiri simply did not seem to possess. Well, considering the circumstances from which she'd quite literally escaped, Nafretiri doubted Mother Sekhemu could blame her for being shy. A lot of the priestesses seemed to still look at her strangely, though. Would she always be such a misfit everywhere she went?
In that way, regardless of the way in which she'd arrived, Aneksi was a blessing to her mother, someone to love her, even if the child couldn't say more than a couple of words yet. So Nafretiri was here not only as a priestess, but as a thankful worshiper, praising the gods for her daughter, and for whatever- hopefully- good things a new year might bring.
She buried her face in the baby's curly head, finding comfort- at least for today- despite the fact that she always felt she had to be even more on her guard when her daughter was present. But at the new year, it was only fitting for Nafretiri that Aneksi be included in the crowd. It was good to be alive, to simply be breathing...no matter how anything else went. And Aneksi was not walking yet, but would likely be soon. Where had the time gone? It seemed that time passed too slowly when one was trying to heal, but too fast when one wanted to capture moments of sweetness forever.
Arriving with her sister priestesses, Nafretiri caught a glimpse of the beautiful Queen. She, too, seemed somehow apart from everyone else, and while Nafretiri would never be royalty, unless she married into it by some bizarre and unlikely twist of fate, she did wonder if Hatshepsut was somehow lonely as well.
As she'd observed many times before, the public sexual...events, if one could use that term, at festivities like this one, always made Nafretiri uneasy because she had found nothing remotely pleasant about such things. But today, she was feeling a little more excited than usual about the rest of the day. Aneksi would be a year old this month! How was that possible? And so she had to do something special to mark this particular occasion, because aside from being the new year, it meant something else now, somehow.
Maybe it meant her personal hell would be a little less suffocating. She could hope so, though she doubted it for her own reasons, as she still didn't feel totally integrated into the priesthood despite having passed her initiation. Yes, she was one of the priestesses now, but still, she sometimes felt helpless. Even if she could let down her guard, make friends, and tell someone else- besides Mother Sekhemu, obviously- why she had come here so she wouldn't feel so alone, Nafretiri despaired of ever infiltrating any of the little cliques that seemed to have sprung up out of the temple walls ever since she'd announced that she'd like to become an acolyte. It was as if they had their own secret society still, even though she was now a part of that society. Included, yet separate. The story of her life, in Israel, too, really. There, it had been because she was seemingly too educated- as much as a girl could be- for most of even those who might have been friends to be able to truly understand. Here in Egypt, it was something else, although she couldn't say just what, and it didn't all have to do with the color of her skin or her former religious beliefs. Maybe she just wasn't outgoing enough to be perceived as a priestess of Hathor. A devoted worshiper, maybe, but the priestesses seemed to have a freedom- sexually, yes, but also in other matters- that Nafretiri simply did not seem to possess. Well, considering the circumstances from which she'd quite literally escaped, Nafretiri doubted Mother Sekhemu could blame her for being shy. A lot of the priestesses seemed to still look at her strangely, though. Would she always be such a misfit everywhere she went?
In that way, regardless of the way in which she'd arrived, Aneksi was a blessing to her mother, someone to love her, even if the child couldn't say more than a couple of words yet. So Nafretiri was here not only as a priestess, but as a thankful worshiper, praising the gods for her daughter, and for whatever- hopefully- good things a new year might bring.
She buried her face in the baby's curly head, finding comfort- at least for today- despite the fact that she always felt she had to be even more on her guard when her daughter was present. But at the new year, it was only fitting for Nafretiri that Aneksi be included in the crowd. It was good to be alive, to simply be breathing...no matter how anything else went. And Aneksi was not walking yet, but would likely be soon. Where had the time gone? It seemed that time passed too slowly when one was trying to heal, but too fast when one wanted to capture moments of sweetness forever.
Arriving with her sister priestesses, Nafretiri caught a glimpse of the beautiful Queen. She, too, seemed somehow apart from everyone else, and while Nafretiri would never be royalty, unless she married into it by some bizarre and unlikely twist of fate, she did wonder if Hatshepsut was somehow lonely as well.
The new year’s celebrations were always a very busy time for Deshra. With everyone partying through the night, there was always a need for those who could provide paid companionship for those who could not find any for free. In many ways, the event was most interesting for Deshra because it meant that she got to travel and see more of Egypt. Even the change of scenery Deshra was finding a bit overrated given that she still had to work. Men were much the same anywhere and this festival was no exception. The only real difference was that the celebration and the abundance of drink only served to make the men even more bold in their desires. Well, hopefully that would mean easy pickings. Drunk men tended to spend more money.
Of course, that was her first mistake of the evening. Based on that assumption, Deshra had managed to separate a single man from the crowd and was trying to talk him towards the idea of setting a price for the evening’s activities. Much to her dismay, the man had seemed more interested in one of the younger girls who had only recently started her work. Deshra couldn’t help but be offended by the lack of attention to her. She was much more experienced, and at least as far as she was concerned, much better looking. He must be some kind of pervert to prefer them that young. Not that one couldn’t make good money off of perverts.
What she did, however, take exception to was that he was trying to get away with harassing the girl without any kind of payment whatsoever. That could not be tolerated. Of course, the new girl didn’t seem to know what to do, so Deshra figured that it would fall to her to find someone to remove the girl from the situation, inexperienced as she was. It was so annoying to have to be responsible for this girl’s failings.
Luckily for Deshra, the man was distracted by another woman who approached him. With him so distracted, Deshra was going to turn and leave the girl to her own devices. Deshra wasn’t planning on babysitting the girl all night. Luckily there was something that made her watch just a moment longer. Perhaps it was a look in the woman’s eye, or maybe it was just her darker skin that marked her as a foreigner to Egypt. Either way, Deshra was glad that she did. When the woman’s cup collided with the man’s head, she laughed out loud. He deserved it.
As she stepped over towards the man’s unconscious form, she nodded towards the woman who had knocked him out. “Good arm,” she remarked with a smile, before turning her attention towards the man on the ground, to search for his coin purse. “Don’t mind me, I’m just making sure Anippe gets what she’s owed.” In reality, she was planning on taking the whole coin purse. With any luck, the man wouldn’t even remember what had happened in the morning. With the state he was in, it wouldn’t have been unreasonable for the money to have disappeared to food, drink, and good company.
It was just her luck that the man seemed to have fallen over so that he was laying on the purse. She attempted to roll him over, but the unconscious form was heavier than it looked. She looked back up at the man’s assailant. “Any chance I could get a hand with this?” Hopefully the woman would be sympathetic to her desire to get this man’s money. She certainly wasn’t going to get any help from Anippe who seemed to have disappeared completely. If she couldn’t handle such a simple conflict as this, she wasn’t going to make it very long.
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The new year’s celebrations were always a very busy time for Deshra. With everyone partying through the night, there was always a need for those who could provide paid companionship for those who could not find any for free. In many ways, the event was most interesting for Deshra because it meant that she got to travel and see more of Egypt. Even the change of scenery Deshra was finding a bit overrated given that she still had to work. Men were much the same anywhere and this festival was no exception. The only real difference was that the celebration and the abundance of drink only served to make the men even more bold in their desires. Well, hopefully that would mean easy pickings. Drunk men tended to spend more money.
Of course, that was her first mistake of the evening. Based on that assumption, Deshra had managed to separate a single man from the crowd and was trying to talk him towards the idea of setting a price for the evening’s activities. Much to her dismay, the man had seemed more interested in one of the younger girls who had only recently started her work. Deshra couldn’t help but be offended by the lack of attention to her. She was much more experienced, and at least as far as she was concerned, much better looking. He must be some kind of pervert to prefer them that young. Not that one couldn’t make good money off of perverts.
What she did, however, take exception to was that he was trying to get away with harassing the girl without any kind of payment whatsoever. That could not be tolerated. Of course, the new girl didn’t seem to know what to do, so Deshra figured that it would fall to her to find someone to remove the girl from the situation, inexperienced as she was. It was so annoying to have to be responsible for this girl’s failings.
Luckily for Deshra, the man was distracted by another woman who approached him. With him so distracted, Deshra was going to turn and leave the girl to her own devices. Deshra wasn’t planning on babysitting the girl all night. Luckily there was something that made her watch just a moment longer. Perhaps it was a look in the woman’s eye, or maybe it was just her darker skin that marked her as a foreigner to Egypt. Either way, Deshra was glad that she did. When the woman’s cup collided with the man’s head, she laughed out loud. He deserved it.
As she stepped over towards the man’s unconscious form, she nodded towards the woman who had knocked him out. “Good arm,” she remarked with a smile, before turning her attention towards the man on the ground, to search for his coin purse. “Don’t mind me, I’m just making sure Anippe gets what she’s owed.” In reality, she was planning on taking the whole coin purse. With any luck, the man wouldn’t even remember what had happened in the morning. With the state he was in, it wouldn’t have been unreasonable for the money to have disappeared to food, drink, and good company.
It was just her luck that the man seemed to have fallen over so that he was laying on the purse. She attempted to roll him over, but the unconscious form was heavier than it looked. She looked back up at the man’s assailant. “Any chance I could get a hand with this?” Hopefully the woman would be sympathetic to her desire to get this man’s money. She certainly wasn’t going to get any help from Anippe who seemed to have disappeared completely. If she couldn’t handle such a simple conflict as this, she wasn’t going to make it very long.
The new year’s celebrations were always a very busy time for Deshra. With everyone partying through the night, there was always a need for those who could provide paid companionship for those who could not find any for free. In many ways, the event was most interesting for Deshra because it meant that she got to travel and see more of Egypt. Even the change of scenery Deshra was finding a bit overrated given that she still had to work. Men were much the same anywhere and this festival was no exception. The only real difference was that the celebration and the abundance of drink only served to make the men even more bold in their desires. Well, hopefully that would mean easy pickings. Drunk men tended to spend more money.
Of course, that was her first mistake of the evening. Based on that assumption, Deshra had managed to separate a single man from the crowd and was trying to talk him towards the idea of setting a price for the evening’s activities. Much to her dismay, the man had seemed more interested in one of the younger girls who had only recently started her work. Deshra couldn’t help but be offended by the lack of attention to her. She was much more experienced, and at least as far as she was concerned, much better looking. He must be some kind of pervert to prefer them that young. Not that one couldn’t make good money off of perverts.
What she did, however, take exception to was that he was trying to get away with harassing the girl without any kind of payment whatsoever. That could not be tolerated. Of course, the new girl didn’t seem to know what to do, so Deshra figured that it would fall to her to find someone to remove the girl from the situation, inexperienced as she was. It was so annoying to have to be responsible for this girl’s failings.
Luckily for Deshra, the man was distracted by another woman who approached him. With him so distracted, Deshra was going to turn and leave the girl to her own devices. Deshra wasn’t planning on babysitting the girl all night. Luckily there was something that made her watch just a moment longer. Perhaps it was a look in the woman’s eye, or maybe it was just her darker skin that marked her as a foreigner to Egypt. Either way, Deshra was glad that she did. When the woman’s cup collided with the man’s head, she laughed out loud. He deserved it.
As she stepped over towards the man’s unconscious form, she nodded towards the woman who had knocked him out. “Good arm,” she remarked with a smile, before turning her attention towards the man on the ground, to search for his coin purse. “Don’t mind me, I’m just making sure Anippe gets what she’s owed.” In reality, she was planning on taking the whole coin purse. With any luck, the man wouldn’t even remember what had happened in the morning. With the state he was in, it wouldn’t have been unreasonable for the money to have disappeared to food, drink, and good company.
It was just her luck that the man seemed to have fallen over so that he was laying on the purse. She attempted to roll him over, but the unconscious form was heavier than it looked. She looked back up at the man’s assailant. “Any chance I could get a hand with this?” Hopefully the woman would be sympathetic to her desire to get this man’s money. She certainly wasn’t going to get any help from Anippe who seemed to have disappeared completely. If she couldn’t handle such a simple conflict as this, she wasn’t going to make it very long.
Hena watched excitedly as the woman got up and seemingly planned on doing what he had asked her to. He was giddy, she was fun, and apparently not worried about causing a little bit of mischief with him. He didn’t think her company would take his whole night, for intoxication and the warm thighs of a woman called to him too strongly to spend his entire time with petty entertainment such as what he had sent her to do, but for the start of the night, it was more than enough to keep his attention.
He took a sip of wine as he watched, but the liquid nearly came out of his nose as instead of dumping the wine on the man, she smashed her cup over his head. Hena coughed and sputtered a bit, the wine having been inhaled in his surprise as he watched the events unfold. Once he had caught his breath once more, his friends cringed, waiting for the anger to explode from him, for this woman had destroyed a rather expensive cup. Instead he fell to a fit of gleeful laughter. This woman was completely crazy apparently, and he loved it.
Suddenly he was watching another woman attempting to roll the unconscious man over, after rifling around looking for what he could only guess was his money. Hena finished off his wine, passing the empty cup to one of his slaves, he stood from his spot on the ground and wandered over towards the two women, only a slight stagger in his walk as the copious amounts of wine he had already consumed seemed to hit him.
“That was quite the turn of events.” He said with a grin at Neena before his attention turned onto the other woman who was attempting to rob the man who had been knocked out. He turned his head to look at one of his male slaves, he let out a sharp whistle and the man came hurrying over.
“Well, don’t just stand there, roll this idiot over for this woman.” He commanded, and the man did as he was asked, rolling the knocked out man over. Hena gave the slave a look and the man returned back to serve his circle of friends, most of whom were unaware that their benefactor had even left their little gathering.
“How rude of me. I have only just realized I never did introduce myself, and what better time than in the company of both of you. Better to introduce once than have to repeat myself. Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa.” He said, giving the women a grin, though his intentions were merely friendly, he had not yet settled on a female target for the night, though he planned on taking more than one lover. He wanted to see what his options were and pick the best one. Neena wasn’t entirely his usual taste, and he felt like the woman who had been so desperate to find the man’s coin wouldn’t be free company. And while he was willing to pay for company most nights, this night he could find what he wanted for free, so why would he pay.
“Come, join us if you have the time. We have plenty of wine, though we are down a cup now, thanks to someone.” He said, laughing as he spoke, the image of Neena hitting the man across the head would entertain him for the days to come, he was sure of it. It had been so unexpected and hilarious, though he wondered what exactly the man had said to cause such rage from the dark skinned woman.
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Hena watched excitedly as the woman got up and seemingly planned on doing what he had asked her to. He was giddy, she was fun, and apparently not worried about causing a little bit of mischief with him. He didn’t think her company would take his whole night, for intoxication and the warm thighs of a woman called to him too strongly to spend his entire time with petty entertainment such as what he had sent her to do, but for the start of the night, it was more than enough to keep his attention.
He took a sip of wine as he watched, but the liquid nearly came out of his nose as instead of dumping the wine on the man, she smashed her cup over his head. Hena coughed and sputtered a bit, the wine having been inhaled in his surprise as he watched the events unfold. Once he had caught his breath once more, his friends cringed, waiting for the anger to explode from him, for this woman had destroyed a rather expensive cup. Instead he fell to a fit of gleeful laughter. This woman was completely crazy apparently, and he loved it.
Suddenly he was watching another woman attempting to roll the unconscious man over, after rifling around looking for what he could only guess was his money. Hena finished off his wine, passing the empty cup to one of his slaves, he stood from his spot on the ground and wandered over towards the two women, only a slight stagger in his walk as the copious amounts of wine he had already consumed seemed to hit him.
“That was quite the turn of events.” He said with a grin at Neena before his attention turned onto the other woman who was attempting to rob the man who had been knocked out. He turned his head to look at one of his male slaves, he let out a sharp whistle and the man came hurrying over.
“Well, don’t just stand there, roll this idiot over for this woman.” He commanded, and the man did as he was asked, rolling the knocked out man over. Hena gave the slave a look and the man returned back to serve his circle of friends, most of whom were unaware that their benefactor had even left their little gathering.
“How rude of me. I have only just realized I never did introduce myself, and what better time than in the company of both of you. Better to introduce once than have to repeat myself. Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa.” He said, giving the women a grin, though his intentions were merely friendly, he had not yet settled on a female target for the night, though he planned on taking more than one lover. He wanted to see what his options were and pick the best one. Neena wasn’t entirely his usual taste, and he felt like the woman who had been so desperate to find the man’s coin wouldn’t be free company. And while he was willing to pay for company most nights, this night he could find what he wanted for free, so why would he pay.
“Come, join us if you have the time. We have plenty of wine, though we are down a cup now, thanks to someone.” He said, laughing as he spoke, the image of Neena hitting the man across the head would entertain him for the days to come, he was sure of it. It had been so unexpected and hilarious, though he wondered what exactly the man had said to cause such rage from the dark skinned woman.
Hena watched excitedly as the woman got up and seemingly planned on doing what he had asked her to. He was giddy, she was fun, and apparently not worried about causing a little bit of mischief with him. He didn’t think her company would take his whole night, for intoxication and the warm thighs of a woman called to him too strongly to spend his entire time with petty entertainment such as what he had sent her to do, but for the start of the night, it was more than enough to keep his attention.
He took a sip of wine as he watched, but the liquid nearly came out of his nose as instead of dumping the wine on the man, she smashed her cup over his head. Hena coughed and sputtered a bit, the wine having been inhaled in his surprise as he watched the events unfold. Once he had caught his breath once more, his friends cringed, waiting for the anger to explode from him, for this woman had destroyed a rather expensive cup. Instead he fell to a fit of gleeful laughter. This woman was completely crazy apparently, and he loved it.
Suddenly he was watching another woman attempting to roll the unconscious man over, after rifling around looking for what he could only guess was his money. Hena finished off his wine, passing the empty cup to one of his slaves, he stood from his spot on the ground and wandered over towards the two women, only a slight stagger in his walk as the copious amounts of wine he had already consumed seemed to hit him.
“That was quite the turn of events.” He said with a grin at Neena before his attention turned onto the other woman who was attempting to rob the man who had been knocked out. He turned his head to look at one of his male slaves, he let out a sharp whistle and the man came hurrying over.
“Well, don’t just stand there, roll this idiot over for this woman.” He commanded, and the man did as he was asked, rolling the knocked out man over. Hena gave the slave a look and the man returned back to serve his circle of friends, most of whom were unaware that their benefactor had even left their little gathering.
“How rude of me. I have only just realized I never did introduce myself, and what better time than in the company of both of you. Better to introduce once than have to repeat myself. Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa.” He said, giving the women a grin, though his intentions were merely friendly, he had not yet settled on a female target for the night, though he planned on taking more than one lover. He wanted to see what his options were and pick the best one. Neena wasn’t entirely his usual taste, and he felt like the woman who had been so desperate to find the man’s coin wouldn’t be free company. And while he was willing to pay for company most nights, this night he could find what he wanted for free, so why would he pay.
“Come, join us if you have the time. We have plenty of wine, though we are down a cup now, thanks to someone.” He said, laughing as he spoke, the image of Neena hitting the man across the head would entertain him for the days to come, he was sure of it. It had been so unexpected and hilarious, though he wondered what exactly the man had said to cause such rage from the dark skinned woman.
As Nafretiri was cuddling her daughter and people-watching before helping to officiate the ceremonies, she caught sight of a woman trying to roll over an unconscious man. While the idea of what the man might have been about to do turned her stomach, it went against her nature to leave a person alone while unconscious and possibly injured. Momentarily leaving Aneksi with an acolyte, she dashed as quickly as she could manage into the fray. She examined the man's head.
"Is he all right? What was he hit with?" The Hathor priestess asked. "I am skilled in healing- many of the priestesses of Hathor are, really. Perhaps he deserved it," she had to admit, not knowing the whole situation, "But to injure and potentially kill someone on the first day of the New Year...." Her voice trailed off uncertainly. If one of the people standing before her died tonight, would their heart be judged worthy of paradise? "And what did he do, anyway?" she wanted to know.
At the very least, it was likely that the man would emerge from consciousness with a humdinger of a headache. And if he were the kind of man she feared many were, he deserved that much, at least, if not a lot more. Still, she was trying for the moment to please the gods. Wasn't that what mattered?
Tempted to get some water from the river and dump it on him just to see what would happen, Nafretiri glanced around, but could not see a cup, vase, or pitcher to help her accomplish this task.
She did, however, happen to look down and see the money pouch someone was likely trying to steal. The truth was, Nafretiri couldn't say that she wouldn't be tempted do the same thing, but as she had just pointed out, she was unsure it would help her case if she were to die. If she would ever have to escape with Aneksi, though, the money could come in handy. Such temptation!
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As Nafretiri was cuddling her daughter and people-watching before helping to officiate the ceremonies, she caught sight of a woman trying to roll over an unconscious man. While the idea of what the man might have been about to do turned her stomach, it went against her nature to leave a person alone while unconscious and possibly injured. Momentarily leaving Aneksi with an acolyte, she dashed as quickly as she could manage into the fray. She examined the man's head.
"Is he all right? What was he hit with?" The Hathor priestess asked. "I am skilled in healing- many of the priestesses of Hathor are, really. Perhaps he deserved it," she had to admit, not knowing the whole situation, "But to injure and potentially kill someone on the first day of the New Year...." Her voice trailed off uncertainly. If one of the people standing before her died tonight, would their heart be judged worthy of paradise? "And what did he do, anyway?" she wanted to know.
At the very least, it was likely that the man would emerge from consciousness with a humdinger of a headache. And if he were the kind of man she feared many were, he deserved that much, at least, if not a lot more. Still, she was trying for the moment to please the gods. Wasn't that what mattered?
Tempted to get some water from the river and dump it on him just to see what would happen, Nafretiri glanced around, but could not see a cup, vase, or pitcher to help her accomplish this task.
She did, however, happen to look down and see the money pouch someone was likely trying to steal. The truth was, Nafretiri couldn't say that she wouldn't be tempted do the same thing, but as she had just pointed out, she was unsure it would help her case if she were to die. If she would ever have to escape with Aneksi, though, the money could come in handy. Such temptation!
As Nafretiri was cuddling her daughter and people-watching before helping to officiate the ceremonies, she caught sight of a woman trying to roll over an unconscious man. While the idea of what the man might have been about to do turned her stomach, it went against her nature to leave a person alone while unconscious and possibly injured. Momentarily leaving Aneksi with an acolyte, she dashed as quickly as she could manage into the fray. She examined the man's head.
"Is he all right? What was he hit with?" The Hathor priestess asked. "I am skilled in healing- many of the priestesses of Hathor are, really. Perhaps he deserved it," she had to admit, not knowing the whole situation, "But to injure and potentially kill someone on the first day of the New Year...." Her voice trailed off uncertainly. If one of the people standing before her died tonight, would their heart be judged worthy of paradise? "And what did he do, anyway?" she wanted to know.
At the very least, it was likely that the man would emerge from consciousness with a humdinger of a headache. And if he were the kind of man she feared many were, he deserved that much, at least, if not a lot more. Still, she was trying for the moment to please the gods. Wasn't that what mattered?
Tempted to get some water from the river and dump it on him just to see what would happen, Nafretiri glanced around, but could not see a cup, vase, or pitcher to help her accomplish this task.
She did, however, happen to look down and see the money pouch someone was likely trying to steal. The truth was, Nafretiri couldn't say that she wouldn't be tempted do the same thing, but as she had just pointed out, she was unsure it would help her case if she were to die. If she would ever have to escape with Aneksi, though, the money could come in handy. Such temptation!
Neena was too busy making an awkward face that suggested the restraint of laughter to think too much upon the man's temple and the damage she may have done to it. She had been hit in the head several times in the past to consequences like this and she had always been fine come the morning. Likely, it was more the drink than the knock that had culminated in him passing out flat on the sands.
When a young girl with the wildest hair she had ever seen came over to inspect the man, Neena felt a moment of assurance that someone had come over to see to his health and check that he was okay. Only such a thought was short-lived when it became obvious that she was only there to rob the man of what she deemed the nervous looking woman beside her to have owed to her name.
When asked to help, Neena bent low to offer a hand in the task, but before she could even touch the impressively large frame of the now comatose heathen that had been advancing on the young girl, a voice summoned her attention from behind and she turned to witness the approach of the Egyptian noble that had sent her on her mission of mischief in the first place.
Quickly, he offered the men at his sides to aid the young girl in moving him over and inspecting his underside of the desired coin purse.
Moving out of the way of the hulking guardsman that stepped in to perform the task that she could have easily done herself, Neena saw no issue with handing over the manual labour to someone else and, instead, was distracted by Akhenaten's introductions. With the raise of two fingers to her temple and a little comedic salute, Neena offered her own name in return.
"I'm Neena of Nowhere in Particular." She assured him before turning to make false introductions with the girl who's name she did not know. Instead, however, she was forced to take several steps away with the nobleman so that the scavengers could have closer access to the body, missing the advent and words of the priestess who had come to help.
"Ooh, it's still good!" She insisted to the man who complained at her treatment of the gold in her hand. "It's just... a more interesting shape now..." She added, looking down at the now empty goblet the stem of which she twirled between her fingers.
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Neena was too busy making an awkward face that suggested the restraint of laughter to think too much upon the man's temple and the damage she may have done to it. She had been hit in the head several times in the past to consequences like this and she had always been fine come the morning. Likely, it was more the drink than the knock that had culminated in him passing out flat on the sands.
When a young girl with the wildest hair she had ever seen came over to inspect the man, Neena felt a moment of assurance that someone had come over to see to his health and check that he was okay. Only such a thought was short-lived when it became obvious that she was only there to rob the man of what she deemed the nervous looking woman beside her to have owed to her name.
When asked to help, Neena bent low to offer a hand in the task, but before she could even touch the impressively large frame of the now comatose heathen that had been advancing on the young girl, a voice summoned her attention from behind and she turned to witness the approach of the Egyptian noble that had sent her on her mission of mischief in the first place.
Quickly, he offered the men at his sides to aid the young girl in moving him over and inspecting his underside of the desired coin purse.
Moving out of the way of the hulking guardsman that stepped in to perform the task that she could have easily done herself, Neena saw no issue with handing over the manual labour to someone else and, instead, was distracted by Akhenaten's introductions. With the raise of two fingers to her temple and a little comedic salute, Neena offered her own name in return.
"I'm Neena of Nowhere in Particular." She assured him before turning to make false introductions with the girl who's name she did not know. Instead, however, she was forced to take several steps away with the nobleman so that the scavengers could have closer access to the body, missing the advent and words of the priestess who had come to help.
"Ooh, it's still good!" She insisted to the man who complained at her treatment of the gold in her hand. "It's just... a more interesting shape now..." She added, looking down at the now empty goblet the stem of which she twirled between her fingers.
Neena was too busy making an awkward face that suggested the restraint of laughter to think too much upon the man's temple and the damage she may have done to it. She had been hit in the head several times in the past to consequences like this and she had always been fine come the morning. Likely, it was more the drink than the knock that had culminated in him passing out flat on the sands.
When a young girl with the wildest hair she had ever seen came over to inspect the man, Neena felt a moment of assurance that someone had come over to see to his health and check that he was okay. Only such a thought was short-lived when it became obvious that she was only there to rob the man of what she deemed the nervous looking woman beside her to have owed to her name.
When asked to help, Neena bent low to offer a hand in the task, but before she could even touch the impressively large frame of the now comatose heathen that had been advancing on the young girl, a voice summoned her attention from behind and she turned to witness the approach of the Egyptian noble that had sent her on her mission of mischief in the first place.
Quickly, he offered the men at his sides to aid the young girl in moving him over and inspecting his underside of the desired coin purse.
Moving out of the way of the hulking guardsman that stepped in to perform the task that she could have easily done herself, Neena saw no issue with handing over the manual labour to someone else and, instead, was distracted by Akhenaten's introductions. With the raise of two fingers to her temple and a little comedic salute, Neena offered her own name in return.
"I'm Neena of Nowhere in Particular." She assured him before turning to make false introductions with the girl who's name she did not know. Instead, however, she was forced to take several steps away with the nobleman so that the scavengers could have closer access to the body, missing the advent and words of the priestess who had come to help.
"Ooh, it's still good!" She insisted to the man who complained at her treatment of the gold in her hand. "It's just... a more interesting shape now..." She added, looking down at the now empty goblet the stem of which she twirled between her fingers.
“He’s fine. He’ll live.” Akhenaten stated when some priestess came rushing over to check on the unconscious man. He wasn’t a hundred percent certain that his words were true, but he wasn’t about to let this ruin his night, and if the man died, ah well. No skin off Akhenaten’s back. He had seen common folk die, whether executed or in other unfortunate circumstances, it mattered little to him. None of them mattered to him really when it came right down to it.
He turned his attentions back to his new companion as she introduced herself to him, not caring that she didn’t actually offer up where she was from. She clearly wasn’t Egyptian, and that’s all he really needed to know about where she came from. Hena didn’t have a problem with foreigners, as a man from a merchant family, he had had more than his fair share of interaction with people from other lands.
He couldn’t help but laugh as she insisted that the cup was still fine. He truly didn’t care about it, he had plenty more cups there, and plenty more back at the house as well. It wasn’t a huge deal for one of them to be dented.
He looked around now, at the small crowd that had gathered, most of them attempting to get money off of the unconscious man. He shrugged, losing interest in this whole scene now. Hena turned to make his way back over to his circle of pseudo friends. He paused for a moment to look back over his shoulder.
“Any of you are welcome to come and join us for some wine and opium.” He offered, then looked back towards his group as he walked over to them, taking his seat once more. He was immediately brought more wine by a slave and the opium pipe was offered to him.
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“He’s fine. He’ll live.” Akhenaten stated when some priestess came rushing over to check on the unconscious man. He wasn’t a hundred percent certain that his words were true, but he wasn’t about to let this ruin his night, and if the man died, ah well. No skin off Akhenaten’s back. He had seen common folk die, whether executed or in other unfortunate circumstances, it mattered little to him. None of them mattered to him really when it came right down to it.
He turned his attentions back to his new companion as she introduced herself to him, not caring that she didn’t actually offer up where she was from. She clearly wasn’t Egyptian, and that’s all he really needed to know about where she came from. Hena didn’t have a problem with foreigners, as a man from a merchant family, he had had more than his fair share of interaction with people from other lands.
He couldn’t help but laugh as she insisted that the cup was still fine. He truly didn’t care about it, he had plenty more cups there, and plenty more back at the house as well. It wasn’t a huge deal for one of them to be dented.
He looked around now, at the small crowd that had gathered, most of them attempting to get money off of the unconscious man. He shrugged, losing interest in this whole scene now. Hena turned to make his way back over to his circle of pseudo friends. He paused for a moment to look back over his shoulder.
“Any of you are welcome to come and join us for some wine and opium.” He offered, then looked back towards his group as he walked over to them, taking his seat once more. He was immediately brought more wine by a slave and the opium pipe was offered to him.
“He’s fine. He’ll live.” Akhenaten stated when some priestess came rushing over to check on the unconscious man. He wasn’t a hundred percent certain that his words were true, but he wasn’t about to let this ruin his night, and if the man died, ah well. No skin off Akhenaten’s back. He had seen common folk die, whether executed or in other unfortunate circumstances, it mattered little to him. None of them mattered to him really when it came right down to it.
He turned his attentions back to his new companion as she introduced herself to him, not caring that she didn’t actually offer up where she was from. She clearly wasn’t Egyptian, and that’s all he really needed to know about where she came from. Hena didn’t have a problem with foreigners, as a man from a merchant family, he had had more than his fair share of interaction with people from other lands.
He couldn’t help but laugh as she insisted that the cup was still fine. He truly didn’t care about it, he had plenty more cups there, and plenty more back at the house as well. It wasn’t a huge deal for one of them to be dented.
He looked around now, at the small crowd that had gathered, most of them attempting to get money off of the unconscious man. He shrugged, losing interest in this whole scene now. Hena turned to make his way back over to his circle of pseudo friends. He paused for a moment to look back over his shoulder.
“Any of you are welcome to come and join us for some wine and opium.” He offered, then looked back towards his group as he walked over to them, taking his seat once more. He was immediately brought more wine by a slave and the opium pipe was offered to him.
At the mention of wine and opium, Neena's eyes brightened. Not because she was some kind of addict over the substances but because some of her most fun evenings and nights came from being intoxicated over the smoke. Not to mention the fact that such things were very good at dulling the worry and hurt that still lingered in the corners of her heart since she had left the tribe of the Zaire.
Not that she was so very aware of such a thing. Neena was an advocate of living a happy and healthy life, damnit, which meant that she rarely wallowed or turned deliberately to think on anything that set her mood to downcast. But she was aware once the smoke and alcohol took away that edge that it had been there all along, whether she had acknowledged it at all.
"Me!" She stated with determination, her hand in the air as if she were volunteering for something. With a wave of her hand to encourage the girl with wild, red hair to join them, Neena hurried back over to where Akhenaten had previously been sitting, curious as to where the pipes were - for she referred the smoke to the drink. Her step was more of a skip than a quick and she was quick to plonk herself down on the blankets, ignoring the grainy sand that had snuck on top of them and then flop onto her back, her eyes looking to the sky as it turned even darker.
"Hey! Hey look!" She insisted, sitting bolt upright again and pointing to the horizon where the sun slipped finally beyond the line of the land, the red and orange glow of sunset almost immediately fading into the dull purple and midnight blue of night-time.
Along the beach, torches were lit and little spurts of light and fire took over, bathing the sand and its occupants in a warm and flickering tones of tangerine and peach.
With a bright smile, Neena rubbed the palms of her hands together.
"Oooh, tis a full event now. What happens until the sun comes up, Akie?" She asked the man, instantly giving him a nickname that he hadn't asked for.
Taking the pipe that one of his companions offered her, Neena smiled in thanks and then took a puff, her eyes on the man she had spoken to, waiting on an answer, before she then blew the smoke free from her wide lips in a perfect ring.
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At the mention of wine and opium, Neena's eyes brightened. Not because she was some kind of addict over the substances but because some of her most fun evenings and nights came from being intoxicated over the smoke. Not to mention the fact that such things were very good at dulling the worry and hurt that still lingered in the corners of her heart since she had left the tribe of the Zaire.
Not that she was so very aware of such a thing. Neena was an advocate of living a happy and healthy life, damnit, which meant that she rarely wallowed or turned deliberately to think on anything that set her mood to downcast. But she was aware once the smoke and alcohol took away that edge that it had been there all along, whether she had acknowledged it at all.
"Me!" She stated with determination, her hand in the air as if she were volunteering for something. With a wave of her hand to encourage the girl with wild, red hair to join them, Neena hurried back over to where Akhenaten had previously been sitting, curious as to where the pipes were - for she referred the smoke to the drink. Her step was more of a skip than a quick and she was quick to plonk herself down on the blankets, ignoring the grainy sand that had snuck on top of them and then flop onto her back, her eyes looking to the sky as it turned even darker.
"Hey! Hey look!" She insisted, sitting bolt upright again and pointing to the horizon where the sun slipped finally beyond the line of the land, the red and orange glow of sunset almost immediately fading into the dull purple and midnight blue of night-time.
Along the beach, torches were lit and little spurts of light and fire took over, bathing the sand and its occupants in a warm and flickering tones of tangerine and peach.
With a bright smile, Neena rubbed the palms of her hands together.
"Oooh, tis a full event now. What happens until the sun comes up, Akie?" She asked the man, instantly giving him a nickname that he hadn't asked for.
Taking the pipe that one of his companions offered her, Neena smiled in thanks and then took a puff, her eyes on the man she had spoken to, waiting on an answer, before she then blew the smoke free from her wide lips in a perfect ring.
At the mention of wine and opium, Neena's eyes brightened. Not because she was some kind of addict over the substances but because some of her most fun evenings and nights came from being intoxicated over the smoke. Not to mention the fact that such things were very good at dulling the worry and hurt that still lingered in the corners of her heart since she had left the tribe of the Zaire.
Not that she was so very aware of such a thing. Neena was an advocate of living a happy and healthy life, damnit, which meant that she rarely wallowed or turned deliberately to think on anything that set her mood to downcast. But she was aware once the smoke and alcohol took away that edge that it had been there all along, whether she had acknowledged it at all.
"Me!" She stated with determination, her hand in the air as if she were volunteering for something. With a wave of her hand to encourage the girl with wild, red hair to join them, Neena hurried back over to where Akhenaten had previously been sitting, curious as to where the pipes were - for she referred the smoke to the drink. Her step was more of a skip than a quick and she was quick to plonk herself down on the blankets, ignoring the grainy sand that had snuck on top of them and then flop onto her back, her eyes looking to the sky as it turned even darker.
"Hey! Hey look!" She insisted, sitting bolt upright again and pointing to the horizon where the sun slipped finally beyond the line of the land, the red and orange glow of sunset almost immediately fading into the dull purple and midnight blue of night-time.
Along the beach, torches were lit and little spurts of light and fire took over, bathing the sand and its occupants in a warm and flickering tones of tangerine and peach.
With a bright smile, Neena rubbed the palms of her hands together.
"Oooh, tis a full event now. What happens until the sun comes up, Akie?" She asked the man, instantly giving him a nickname that he hadn't asked for.
Taking the pipe that one of his companions offered her, Neena smiled in thanks and then took a puff, her eyes on the man she had spoken to, waiting on an answer, before she then blew the smoke free from her wide lips in a perfect ring.