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!