His tale was not greatly detailed, neither was it strange to hear. All the people that came here to Satriya must have had a life before—and maybe by asking about it she had hit a sore spot? It certainly seemed that way when Ra began to speak of his friend; that someone was there one moment and gone the next, that was a pain that Aiesha knew, and could sympathize with.

At least he was found by someone. At least he had the help of the Divine One, and Sapair.

I am from a place very much like Satriya, actually. She shared this with great care. Aiesha did not want to delve too deeply in to her own tale, not when she'd built up this fib about being a yaret. The last thing she wanted was to let slip that she was a princess—!

My mother was a priestess of the goddess Nwt.

Imagining her mother Nazli in the temple of Muat-Riya, as she spoke it. Smelling the incense in the air. Remembering the chants, her voice... No, but she couldn't remember that detail. Somewhere, sometime, that piece of the puzzle that was so vastly important to Aiesha had fallen away. She was gripped by a sudden wave of grief, and missed a step—brushing in to Ra.

Oh, I'm... Sorry, I got.. Distracted. Blinking, smiling, trying to act like there was nothing wrong. Aiesha swallowed what she could. I made the transition to this place, right to Satriya's doorstep. My mother.. Didn't. I haven't seen her in a very long time. But, I do have my father—he's here too. Somewhere.

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