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set before sapair thread!

their arrival here changed very little, at least for the young and impressionable Neferseba; the little Goddess continued with her lessons, her prayers, and all the rest she had done in the place before. Akashingo. Ta Senet. and then, after that and still before here, a land to be inherited by one of her brothers! ah, she missed them; life had become a little more quiet, and much more empty, without them. who could she secretly play warriors with, now? it was not her favorite game, no—she much preferred dress up, to their great vexation—but she did miss their frustration when she did not let them win!
Satiset was a lover, though, not a fighter—and a bleeding heart, to boot. she very nearly always let them win. it may be a natural talent, but not one she had any interest in pursuing… not that it would be proper! and Neferseba was a woman of propriety!
they had just finished greeting Ra, and the hours were quick to turn after her linguistic instruction—now, it was time to change her furs and be groomed! it would be Henuttawy who ensured this was all prepared for her, this day, and the young Satiset turned to find her with a bright smile. she loved the woman greatly—the young princess did not know what a day looked like without her there! beyond her daughter and her husband, no doubt her own mother prayed hardest of all for the safe arrival of the handmaiden; Satiset, too!
no doubt the wise woman would feel her eyes searching for her, never truly very far from her. Neferseba found her tail already waving slowly behind her, quite tired from the rigorous lessons in proper enunciation and recitation in other tongues whilst walking in a gait that was made to look like she was floating! her mother made it all look so effortless, but as Satiset grew it was not so easy. soon, she would be long and gangly-legged, the Sesh had told her—she must still move with grace and poise…
she should show her favored handmaiden her hard work, she thought—though by now her flanks trembled a little with the effort!

Hennutawy spent almost all waking hours with Neferseba, and if she were not with the girl, then it was darling Satiset’s mother and father.

The young lady counts her blessings- how fortunate she was to find herself in Touya’s court. She is no stranger to unseemly work, knowing many a night on her belly. The cut that has split her bottom lip into two many months ago had not been earned by softness. Yet now it was the gentleness of the princess she has earned for her labor.

Low hum in her throat, Hennutawy sweeps  dust off the pelts she has settled on the ground for the little Goddess, sharp eyes pinched in a narrow focus. There is the incense of myrrh that lingers in the air, and it is not a moment too long that she instinctively feels a blue gaze upon her coat. Hennutawy glances over her shoulder and the cold expression melts to something softer, something genuine.

“Good evening, Princess,” she says in a light voice, one not so rehearsed and she bows her head in deference. “Has the day grown long for you?”

for all of her training, Satiset could not hide the delight on her features as she beheld her beloved Henuttaway. in time she would school her features as perfectly as her own divine mother, but for now she was still simply a girl, becoming!
good evening! she echoes with true warmth, and then, she shakes her head. not any longer! I find myself revitalized, to see your face! look, watch me walk, I am learning to float, she echoes her instructors words, and then moves with all the grace and energy she could muster!
her trembling legs gave her away. she swayed, some, and smirked sheepishly. true grace took strength, she was learning. it seems my brothers were right. physical strength does have some purpose, well, for men she understood it—but for herself? she had hoped there would not be much use!
her eyes turned to the place in which her handmaiden had set up for her comfort. Neferseba’s aching limbs all but screamed in gratitude for a soft place to rest—she made her way toward it saying, oh! thank you for this! how lovely—hm, where is yours? do you need to rest, too? she peered toward the woman with eyes that revealed her high regard for her companion. her wellbeing mattered to the princess!

Hennutawy watches in equal amounts of bemusement and adoration. Her youth shows, and the coywolf knows that this type of trained dignity is an art learned over time.

"You will be just like your mother, one day," she praises. She means the words, too. Toula's grace is a trait she has passed down unto her daughter, even if young Neferseba does not quite know what to do with it yet. Then, Hennutawy cuts the air with a dry laugh after the princess laments her brothers being right. The woman is no stranger to hard work, and these small labors are a kindness to what she has done before. "In time! You are still young. You will grow into it."

"Do you need to rest, too?"

The concern is sweet. Her limbs have made bed of far more uncomfortable things than grass and sand. She thinks of hard marble floors with no place to rest her head.

"I am fine, do not worry," she promises. She settles next to the pelts carefully laid out for the Goddess, feels the hot gaze of Ra upon her spine. It is indeed inviting, beckoning her almost to rest. There is more work to be done, however.