3/10/2026, 5:33 PM
‘there are none who bow with such spirit as nakhtmin,’ lmao she’s amazing! I’m remaining vague-ish for now about nefer until we figure out where she’s going to be, but still hoping to get everybody settled icly <3
Several warriors of the palace guard funnel out before them, whispering with voices into small anthems of wonder and praise. Satriya opens the main gates of the palace in welcome while courtiers line the tops of the steps. From within comes the scent of palm fronds and myrrh and the ranks of mazoi open to allow the queen to pass. The arrival of Satriya Merneith is announced with honoraries.
Even at a distance they are regal and mythical beyond Neith’s ability to express. She sees not prey, but a son of Satis the life-giver, with wide-spread horns. Beside him, Maahes, descendant of warfare, who need not lift his mane to be magnificent. Coiling there is a scale of wadjet, protector of Pharaoh, head marked with bold and intricate patterns of dark and light.
“Welcome home, jodai, and please, come forward honorable custodians to the amiirad,” her voice is pleasant. “Know that you stand high in the kingdom’s favour. You have discharged the duty that my pharaonic mother placed upon you with distinction. You have given the princess Neferseba invaluable instruction and security.”
Neith does not know her sister, though she longs to. More than once she had imagined a day when they might stand before one another as kin. That hope lingers, still. But here stand the amiirad’s salient attendants; a reflection of the woman she was becoming.
"You may find your seats here, in service of Pharaoh Khaemwaset. Even Satriya will have much need of your experience and wisdom when it comes to ordering the affairs of the palace, until the time of the amiirad’s return.”
