11/9/2025, 10:56 PM
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.
"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.