he would come with her! the young girl felt Ra’s light fill her inner being, the warmth bringing her to beam up at him, feeling as though she had a small piece of the sun within her—did he feel His warmth, too? did a sliver of His rays come out from between her lips as she let out a laugh of joy that he had accepted her invitation? it was a simple thing, truly, at least to any other—but to her… well, he was embracing her Gods in this activity. his Gods, now—so… their Gods. something they two shared.
her imagination ran away from her, as he picked their path. she could see it now—the two of them bent before each altar, leaving tribute, their voices blended in prayer! perhaps he might help her build every altar,
and there was his voice again, and from daydreams did Neferseba blink herself to where they stood together now. Shu made the man before her look like a living dream, blowing the wisteria o’er his hips and above his head! it was beautiful—he was beautiful, she observed for the first time. her eyes belatedly followed the line in which his arm intended to direct them—with something of a bashful smile, Neferseba nodded. yes—that way, first, she hummed back agreeably. she moved to his side then, and turned her head to look upon him. we will make Ra very happy. and then, He shall further illuminate our path, Neferseba spoke what she believed wholeheartedly, looking to him to see if he shared her sentiment.
she looked to the object upon his collar. far simpler than the ornate item she awoke bedecked within—but… no less lovely, in her eyes. do you miss your family? she asked, then—for the piece made her think of what his life must have been like… before. truth be told, the Amiirad had been preoccupied—with duty, with prayer, with family… but he might be a part of her duty, should her family will it—and then, her family, too.
there had always been much going on in the palace, where she had never had the privilege of time to sit and think about that. soon enough such a life would resume, but the Gods had granted them each a moment to breathe before all that might come next.
it occurred to her here and now that she wanted a love like her parents—true, and real. still a girl, there was plenty of fantastical elements that each came to mind… and were it not for Shu anchoring her with a wave of wisteria breezed over her shoulders, she might have lost herself to daydreams again!
her brothers would marry for power, but the youngest daughter had less pressure upon her. she could marry for love. of course, her family would still want something from the marriage—but from her husband, it was a smaller price than her brothers future wives. wealth, for example, was acceptable—more to be shared with her family, and it would mean she would always be provided for.
she wondered, far ahead of herself, if he might ever love her. but first, well, first he should know her, and she him!