mother convened with father, and Neferseba was placed with her language tutor, well-taught in near every tongue. the voice of her instructor was musical, each intonation its own little song. it was, Neferseba decided, very pretty—and the Amiirad, unwittingly, began to mimic the woman’s melodic inflection.
movement in her peripheral—the tutors singular mistake was to instruct her in the open, where the (then) easily distracted girl swiftly lost focus. but a Mazoi had spotted a stranger—the first they had come across, here! the Amiirad perked up, peering to her mother, who only nodded to set the warriors in motion to escort him to the two Pharaohs, looking divine beneath the lavender willows that framed them perfectly—no doubt the tree itself was influenced by the fellahin!
no words were said—all moved to unspoken direction, and then Neferseba was between her Divine Parents! the jeweled collar around her throat rustled, and the mink furs around her shoulders were adjusted to drape in neat symmetry.
no fear was known to her yet—only excitement. and as for her parents, well, there was no way of knowing what they felt in times such as these—she thought to peer back, but she could veritably feel the warm gaze of her mother that wanted only for stillness, then. Neferseba did not so much as shift her weight as she looked on ahead—but she could not withhold her smile.