10/13/2025, 9:11 PM
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The curious familiarity of her prayer-speech gave him pause. It sounded just as the priestesses of the Kemet family had, a hopeful plea to the gods for their benevolence and generosity; he paused, looked up at the moon, and seemingly parsed the connection.
For just a moment her eyes were wrathful, turning their ire upon him like twin daggers. He did not know what stayed her righteous anger from further escalation, but here, in this strange pocket of silence where she carefully regarded him, Mekh appeared to be intrigued. She said nebet, and referred to a house - she also carried the scent of many, so that must mean -
The answer came in short order.
Satriya.
He had not heard of this particular dynasty, but there were many beneath the watchful eye of the gods as they dutifully carried out their deities' sacred will as intermediaries.
I was foolish and did not observe as keenly as I might,Mekh offered with another short dip of his head.
I have grown - careless, in my journey.
'Journey' was a very lovely word for the hell he had experienced up to this point. It made it all sound very noble, and Mekh distantly hoped this might carry some weight against her perception of him versus any pity that might otherwise flicker across her delicate features. No; Mekh would hold onto what dignity he had left.
I am Mekh; a gift to my Pharoah, Seti of the Kemet, but now displaced,he said.
It was sudden, and I still do not understand; as if Khonsu, or Shu, whisked me away from the house in which I served, and now -
The coywolf cast his gaze to the side as the Seti-shaped hollow in his chest tightened. They had been close.
Now there is only Mekh.
Was this a punishment, he often wondered - had his lips been too loose, conveying information he ought not to have - or worse, had he in his penchant for acquiring knowledge managed to listen in on something sacred and holy, not meant for his lowly ears?
So far it felt like one.
The lady's iron eyes had softened only marginally, perhaps swayed by his fervent apology, but Mekh remained respectfully contained in his posture; he would not push his luck.
