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As the evening sun began to set over the Egyptian sky, Sutekh was still hard at work at the Sheifa trade house on the Nile. Tracing his fingers over the words he was reading so that the sixteen-year-old would be able to keep his place, Sutekh was almost ready to toss the scroll aside and just go ask his father to show him whatever this theory was meant to be teaching him. The heir had always been infinitely better at understanding these complex concepts when they were put to use in front of his own eyes, but the young man knew that his father was not going to indulge him as he had done in the past. After all, as far as Onuphrious was concerned, this was something that Sutekh would grow out of -- if it wasn’t just a mark of laziness upon his son. Where in the past, the Sirdar would happily explain what the boy was trying to understand, he was now short of temper whenever Sutekh asked questions and barked at the young man that the answer was in the papyrus scroll.
Sutekh knew that his father did not do this out of any form of cruelty. This was something that the young man did need to get over if he was going to be a good Head of House one day -- the future leader for the Sheifa generations to come. It would not bode the family well if the one guiding them was slow with his reading and needing time he did not have to make split-second decisions. However, this wasn’t something that Sutekh could really help. Every attempt he made to find a new way to make sense of the information in front of him floundered, causing the normally arrogant and hot-headed boy to grow more and more frustrated as the lessons went on. That only created an endless cycle of Sutekh accomplishing next to nothing whenever he was in this angry and, dare he say it, insecure state. He should know, he had been dealing with this problem for sixteen years.
If that wasn’t infuriating enough, the young man had to deal with the fact that this problem of his made him look less intelligent than he truly was at the end of the day. It might take him a little bit longer than he liked, but eventually, Sutekh did understand whatever he was reading. He could just never get it on the first go around. During his practical lessons, where he followed his father and mother as they went about their days, Sutekh barely struggled at all -- unless, of course, they gave him a difficult situation of misplaced goods or unhappy traders to untangle and solve. He was a smart young man who was perfectly capable of tackling the challenges that lay ahead of him in the future. It was just this one pesky problem that stood in the way.
The young man was trying to tackle this as he sat in his mother’s office at the trading outpost, quietly attempting to untangle this complex narrative about the intricacies of supply and demand. He had been in here for quite a while, taking advantage of the empty space as his mother was elsewhere in order to decode whatever this parchment was trying to say as fast as he possibly could. He always had an easier time of understanding these things when he was alone and thus far it was making sense. The passage was mostly about how a rather clever merchant could tip the scales in their favor without crossing a moral line. However, the text was so stiff and bland that Sutekh was taking longer than he should have for something that seemed like common sense. In fact, as the young man was utterly alone and completely focused on the work in front of him that he had no idea how long it had been since his father had handed him this paper and told his son to go learn the concepts on it.
Had Sutekh paid attention to how low the candles were burning, he would have realized that he had last seen his father over an hour ago and most of the business for the day was beginning to wrap up. The young heir was completely unaware of how the trade house was beginning to come to a halt for the evening as he continued to scribble away his notes. As frustrating as making sense of his studies was, the young man was easily able to lose himself in the task at hand. Others weren’t though. Even though the teenager thought nothing of the time he had spent on the plush chairs that made up this sacred space for his mother, his father and Onuphrious’s other protegee had taken note of the fact that Sutekh was gone for much longer than he should have been. Now they were starting to wonder where the boy was and what he could have been up to in this timeframe -- most likely finding it inconceivable that he was still hard at work trying to make sense of this reading as the candles burned low.
Little did he know that the other members of the Sheifa family that were present at the trade house were rather eager to return home, but couldn’t until Sutekh was found. Had Sutekh known that it was so late, he would have put the books away and hurried along as Onuphrious would never go looking for his son himself. Or at least he wouldn’t when he had his eldest daughter at his side who would likely know that it was their mother’s office that Sutekh would choose to hole himself up in. Sutekh did not have the best relationship with his older sister -- in fact, he really wasn’t that close to any of his siblings, but there was a particularly toxic undercurrent to the two of them. The young man had no idea if his sister was aware of it, but the middle child was almost resentful of Nef and how easy these things came to her and how quick Onuphrious was to laud praise onto her. After all, he was the heir, it was his name that was going to carry on the family legacy while Nef was just a girl. A smart girl, (Sutekh would never deny his sister that, no matter how jealous he might be of her), but a girl nevertheless. She would end up in some other house one day, so Sutekh didn’t understand why she was the one that got all the attention. However, he was not dumb enough to say this aloud as he knew that it was not going to end well. Nef could be downright scary at times.
Unfortunately for Sutekh, he was going to be reminded of that when the office door slowly began to creak open and a familiar face peeked in, not quite shaking her brother from his train of thought as he continued to work on something he had been given an hour ago. Sutekh wasn’t aware of it, but it was likely that his sister was going to have some choice things to say about where her brother had been this entire time and the boy was not going to like it.
Oh, this was so not going to end well.
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As the evening sun began to set over the Egyptian sky, Sutekh was still hard at work at the Sheifa trade house on the Nile. Tracing his fingers over the words he was reading so that the sixteen-year-old would be able to keep his place, Sutekh was almost ready to toss the scroll aside and just go ask his father to show him whatever this theory was meant to be teaching him. The heir had always been infinitely better at understanding these complex concepts when they were put to use in front of his own eyes, but the young man knew that his father was not going to indulge him as he had done in the past. After all, as far as Onuphrious was concerned, this was something that Sutekh would grow out of -- if it wasn’t just a mark of laziness upon his son. Where in the past, the Sirdar would happily explain what the boy was trying to understand, he was now short of temper whenever Sutekh asked questions and barked at the young man that the answer was in the papyrus scroll.
Sutekh knew that his father did not do this out of any form of cruelty. This was something that the young man did need to get over if he was going to be a good Head of House one day -- the future leader for the Sheifa generations to come. It would not bode the family well if the one guiding them was slow with his reading and needing time he did not have to make split-second decisions. However, this wasn’t something that Sutekh could really help. Every attempt he made to find a new way to make sense of the information in front of him floundered, causing the normally arrogant and hot-headed boy to grow more and more frustrated as the lessons went on. That only created an endless cycle of Sutekh accomplishing next to nothing whenever he was in this angry and, dare he say it, insecure state. He should know, he had been dealing with this problem for sixteen years.
If that wasn’t infuriating enough, the young man had to deal with the fact that this problem of his made him look less intelligent than he truly was at the end of the day. It might take him a little bit longer than he liked, but eventually, Sutekh did understand whatever he was reading. He could just never get it on the first go around. During his practical lessons, where he followed his father and mother as they went about their days, Sutekh barely struggled at all -- unless, of course, they gave him a difficult situation of misplaced goods or unhappy traders to untangle and solve. He was a smart young man who was perfectly capable of tackling the challenges that lay ahead of him in the future. It was just this one pesky problem that stood in the way.
The young man was trying to tackle this as he sat in his mother’s office at the trading outpost, quietly attempting to untangle this complex narrative about the intricacies of supply and demand. He had been in here for quite a while, taking advantage of the empty space as his mother was elsewhere in order to decode whatever this parchment was trying to say as fast as he possibly could. He always had an easier time of understanding these things when he was alone and thus far it was making sense. The passage was mostly about how a rather clever merchant could tip the scales in their favor without crossing a moral line. However, the text was so stiff and bland that Sutekh was taking longer than he should have for something that seemed like common sense. In fact, as the young man was utterly alone and completely focused on the work in front of him that he had no idea how long it had been since his father had handed him this paper and told his son to go learn the concepts on it.
Had Sutekh paid attention to how low the candles were burning, he would have realized that he had last seen his father over an hour ago and most of the business for the day was beginning to wrap up. The young heir was completely unaware of how the trade house was beginning to come to a halt for the evening as he continued to scribble away his notes. As frustrating as making sense of his studies was, the young man was easily able to lose himself in the task at hand. Others weren’t though. Even though the teenager thought nothing of the time he had spent on the plush chairs that made up this sacred space for his mother, his father and Onuphrious’s other protegee had taken note of the fact that Sutekh was gone for much longer than he should have been. Now they were starting to wonder where the boy was and what he could have been up to in this timeframe -- most likely finding it inconceivable that he was still hard at work trying to make sense of this reading as the candles burned low.
Little did he know that the other members of the Sheifa family that were present at the trade house were rather eager to return home, but couldn’t until Sutekh was found. Had Sutekh known that it was so late, he would have put the books away and hurried along as Onuphrious would never go looking for his son himself. Or at least he wouldn’t when he had his eldest daughter at his side who would likely know that it was their mother’s office that Sutekh would choose to hole himself up in. Sutekh did not have the best relationship with his older sister -- in fact, he really wasn’t that close to any of his siblings, but there was a particularly toxic undercurrent to the two of them. The young man had no idea if his sister was aware of it, but the middle child was almost resentful of Nef and how easy these things came to her and how quick Onuphrious was to laud praise onto her. After all, he was the heir, it was his name that was going to carry on the family legacy while Nef was just a girl. A smart girl, (Sutekh would never deny his sister that, no matter how jealous he might be of her), but a girl nevertheless. She would end up in some other house one day, so Sutekh didn’t understand why she was the one that got all the attention. However, he was not dumb enough to say this aloud as he knew that it was not going to end well. Nef could be downright scary at times.
Unfortunately for Sutekh, he was going to be reminded of that when the office door slowly began to creak open and a familiar face peeked in, not quite shaking her brother from his train of thought as he continued to work on something he had been given an hour ago. Sutekh wasn’t aware of it, but it was likely that his sister was going to have some choice things to say about where her brother had been this entire time and the boy was not going to like it.
Oh, this was so not going to end well.
As the evening sun began to set over the Egyptian sky, Sutekh was still hard at work at the Sheifa trade house on the Nile. Tracing his fingers over the words he was reading so that the sixteen-year-old would be able to keep his place, Sutekh was almost ready to toss the scroll aside and just go ask his father to show him whatever this theory was meant to be teaching him. The heir had always been infinitely better at understanding these complex concepts when they were put to use in front of his own eyes, but the young man knew that his father was not going to indulge him as he had done in the past. After all, as far as Onuphrious was concerned, this was something that Sutekh would grow out of -- if it wasn’t just a mark of laziness upon his son. Where in the past, the Sirdar would happily explain what the boy was trying to understand, he was now short of temper whenever Sutekh asked questions and barked at the young man that the answer was in the papyrus scroll.
Sutekh knew that his father did not do this out of any form of cruelty. This was something that the young man did need to get over if he was going to be a good Head of House one day -- the future leader for the Sheifa generations to come. It would not bode the family well if the one guiding them was slow with his reading and needing time he did not have to make split-second decisions. However, this wasn’t something that Sutekh could really help. Every attempt he made to find a new way to make sense of the information in front of him floundered, causing the normally arrogant and hot-headed boy to grow more and more frustrated as the lessons went on. That only created an endless cycle of Sutekh accomplishing next to nothing whenever he was in this angry and, dare he say it, insecure state. He should know, he had been dealing with this problem for sixteen years.
If that wasn’t infuriating enough, the young man had to deal with the fact that this problem of his made him look less intelligent than he truly was at the end of the day. It might take him a little bit longer than he liked, but eventually, Sutekh did understand whatever he was reading. He could just never get it on the first go around. During his practical lessons, where he followed his father and mother as they went about their days, Sutekh barely struggled at all -- unless, of course, they gave him a difficult situation of misplaced goods or unhappy traders to untangle and solve. He was a smart young man who was perfectly capable of tackling the challenges that lay ahead of him in the future. It was just this one pesky problem that stood in the way.
The young man was trying to tackle this as he sat in his mother’s office at the trading outpost, quietly attempting to untangle this complex narrative about the intricacies of supply and demand. He had been in here for quite a while, taking advantage of the empty space as his mother was elsewhere in order to decode whatever this parchment was trying to say as fast as he possibly could. He always had an easier time of understanding these things when he was alone and thus far it was making sense. The passage was mostly about how a rather clever merchant could tip the scales in their favor without crossing a moral line. However, the text was so stiff and bland that Sutekh was taking longer than he should have for something that seemed like common sense. In fact, as the young man was utterly alone and completely focused on the work in front of him that he had no idea how long it had been since his father had handed him this paper and told his son to go learn the concepts on it.
Had Sutekh paid attention to how low the candles were burning, he would have realized that he had last seen his father over an hour ago and most of the business for the day was beginning to wrap up. The young heir was completely unaware of how the trade house was beginning to come to a halt for the evening as he continued to scribble away his notes. As frustrating as making sense of his studies was, the young man was easily able to lose himself in the task at hand. Others weren’t though. Even though the teenager thought nothing of the time he had spent on the plush chairs that made up this sacred space for his mother, his father and Onuphrious’s other protegee had taken note of the fact that Sutekh was gone for much longer than he should have been. Now they were starting to wonder where the boy was and what he could have been up to in this timeframe -- most likely finding it inconceivable that he was still hard at work trying to make sense of this reading as the candles burned low.
Little did he know that the other members of the Sheifa family that were present at the trade house were rather eager to return home, but couldn’t until Sutekh was found. Had Sutekh known that it was so late, he would have put the books away and hurried along as Onuphrious would never go looking for his son himself. Or at least he wouldn’t when he had his eldest daughter at his side who would likely know that it was their mother’s office that Sutekh would choose to hole himself up in. Sutekh did not have the best relationship with his older sister -- in fact, he really wasn’t that close to any of his siblings, but there was a particularly toxic undercurrent to the two of them. The young man had no idea if his sister was aware of it, but the middle child was almost resentful of Nef and how easy these things came to her and how quick Onuphrious was to laud praise onto her. After all, he was the heir, it was his name that was going to carry on the family legacy while Nef was just a girl. A smart girl, (Sutekh would never deny his sister that, no matter how jealous he might be of her), but a girl nevertheless. She would end up in some other house one day, so Sutekh didn’t understand why she was the one that got all the attention. However, he was not dumb enough to say this aloud as he knew that it was not going to end well. Nef could be downright scary at times.
Unfortunately for Sutekh, he was going to be reminded of that when the office door slowly began to creak open and a familiar face peeked in, not quite shaking her brother from his train of thought as he continued to work on something he had been given an hour ago. Sutekh wasn’t aware of it, but it was likely that his sister was going to have some choice things to say about where her brother had been this entire time and the boy was not going to like it.
Oh, this was so not going to end well.
It was the flicker of candles burning low in their mother’s office that belied Sutekh’s whereabouts to Nefertaari as she walked along the road. A creature of no patience, she quickly ascended the stairs and nudged the door open. Her gaze fell upon her brother, lost in his current task and seemingly unaware of the elder girl entirely. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the door open a few inches, her tiny frame squeezing into the room as she approached her brother.
”Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?” Nefertaari hissed sharply, her voice cutting through the otherwise quiet of the office. Her skin glistened in the light, a thin sheen of sweat belying that she had spent quite some effort in finding him. The glib remark from Nef was nothing out of the ordinary. She loathed Sutekh, more than any of the others. She could tolerate her sisters, but Sutekh, whom she thought significantly less intelligent than herself, was the Hei Sheifa heir. The fact that she was often on his heels correcting him, finding him, and ensuring that he was doing what he was supposed to do infuriated her.
Sutekh’s future was one of power and pride, Nefertaari’s was one of motherhood and submission. She would never be stronger than the man at her side, and it was a woman’s curse. Pride, specifically, was hers. Her dark gaze narrowed, mouth pressing into a thin, disdainful line as she crossed her arms. Even though he was taller than her, her stare smoldered with fury. Leaning forward over his shoulder, her breath fell hotly against his ear as she made a stab at his pride.
”Still stuck on that, are you? How do you expect to please father if you can’t even keep up with a girl like me?” she sneered. On more than one occasion, the girl was likened to a bully, though her abuse was emotional more so than it was physical. A twisted, hateful tongue often belying the depths of her vile personality, and yet she knew how to manage it well, often coating her words with honey around their siblings. No matter how strained her relationship with her sisters and their youngest brother, the way she treated them would never compare to how she regarded Sutekh.
Unfurling her arms, Nefertaari placed her hands on his shoulders, every move a coordinated, premeditated attempt at needling away at his temper. Her painted lips twisted with hateful delight as she said softly, ”We ought to get home, before we get in trouble.”
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It was the flicker of candles burning low in their mother’s office that belied Sutekh’s whereabouts to Nefertaari as she walked along the road. A creature of no patience, she quickly ascended the stairs and nudged the door open. Her gaze fell upon her brother, lost in his current task and seemingly unaware of the elder girl entirely. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the door open a few inches, her tiny frame squeezing into the room as she approached her brother.
”Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?” Nefertaari hissed sharply, her voice cutting through the otherwise quiet of the office. Her skin glistened in the light, a thin sheen of sweat belying that she had spent quite some effort in finding him. The glib remark from Nef was nothing out of the ordinary. She loathed Sutekh, more than any of the others. She could tolerate her sisters, but Sutekh, whom she thought significantly less intelligent than herself, was the Hei Sheifa heir. The fact that she was often on his heels correcting him, finding him, and ensuring that he was doing what he was supposed to do infuriated her.
Sutekh’s future was one of power and pride, Nefertaari’s was one of motherhood and submission. She would never be stronger than the man at her side, and it was a woman’s curse. Pride, specifically, was hers. Her dark gaze narrowed, mouth pressing into a thin, disdainful line as she crossed her arms. Even though he was taller than her, her stare smoldered with fury. Leaning forward over his shoulder, her breath fell hotly against his ear as she made a stab at his pride.
”Still stuck on that, are you? How do you expect to please father if you can’t even keep up with a girl like me?” she sneered. On more than one occasion, the girl was likened to a bully, though her abuse was emotional more so than it was physical. A twisted, hateful tongue often belying the depths of her vile personality, and yet she knew how to manage it well, often coating her words with honey around their siblings. No matter how strained her relationship with her sisters and their youngest brother, the way she treated them would never compare to how she regarded Sutekh.
Unfurling her arms, Nefertaari placed her hands on his shoulders, every move a coordinated, premeditated attempt at needling away at his temper. Her painted lips twisted with hateful delight as she said softly, ”We ought to get home, before we get in trouble.”
It was the flicker of candles burning low in their mother’s office that belied Sutekh’s whereabouts to Nefertaari as she walked along the road. A creature of no patience, she quickly ascended the stairs and nudged the door open. Her gaze fell upon her brother, lost in his current task and seemingly unaware of the elder girl entirely. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the door open a few inches, her tiny frame squeezing into the room as she approached her brother.
”Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?” Nefertaari hissed sharply, her voice cutting through the otherwise quiet of the office. Her skin glistened in the light, a thin sheen of sweat belying that she had spent quite some effort in finding him. The glib remark from Nef was nothing out of the ordinary. She loathed Sutekh, more than any of the others. She could tolerate her sisters, but Sutekh, whom she thought significantly less intelligent than herself, was the Hei Sheifa heir. The fact that she was often on his heels correcting him, finding him, and ensuring that he was doing what he was supposed to do infuriated her.
Sutekh’s future was one of power and pride, Nefertaari’s was one of motherhood and submission. She would never be stronger than the man at her side, and it was a woman’s curse. Pride, specifically, was hers. Her dark gaze narrowed, mouth pressing into a thin, disdainful line as she crossed her arms. Even though he was taller than her, her stare smoldered with fury. Leaning forward over his shoulder, her breath fell hotly against his ear as she made a stab at his pride.
”Still stuck on that, are you? How do you expect to please father if you can’t even keep up with a girl like me?” she sneered. On more than one occasion, the girl was likened to a bully, though her abuse was emotional more so than it was physical. A twisted, hateful tongue often belying the depths of her vile personality, and yet she knew how to manage it well, often coating her words with honey around their siblings. No matter how strained her relationship with her sisters and their youngest brother, the way she treated them would never compare to how she regarded Sutekh.
Unfurling her arms, Nefertaari placed her hands on his shoulders, every move a coordinated, premeditated attempt at needling away at his temper. Her painted lips twisted with hateful delight as she said softly, ”We ought to get home, before we get in trouble.”