Cold. It was cold. And not in the way which the desert became cold at nights and allowed for easy hunting across the still warm sands. It was still quite chilly during daylight hours, when the sun should be scorching the skies and pressing heat into dark back. As it were, the sun had not come. At least, it could not, though it tried. The blue sky could not be seen. A sheen of cloud covered it completely, bring darkness to the day.

Was another week of darkness and blood moon to come? Was it the same clouds she had encountered before? So strange, that the lands had once been so fiercely on fire, they could not walk them and now, even in midday, the phoenix walked with a chill in her bones.

The egyptians had returned southeast into their desert, armed now with plentiful reserves and forged into structure beneath her brother’s crown of the upper palace and lower delta. But this Satriya is not the same as the one they had left.

The queen ascends a loamy slope to where Phoenix Rising gleams against the lowering gray sky like a jet black jewel thrown from the gods’ hand. Their breaths billow thickly, fanning against this unnatural freeze. The eternal flame dances below with Ra’s red force. Neith takes in a breath. It concerns her, the unknown responsibility. What to do with this power they have. If it should fall into the wrong hands…

“What do you see, Hemet-Netjer?” She pulls at scents in the air.

The elegance of her royal golden figure slips almost soundlessly to the desert sands, so much so that the pheonix did not take note of her presence until it was announced. Transfixed on the skies, Pheonix would jolt nearly out of her skin at the royal blood's words. Instinctive hackles raised, when she spins around it is with laughter and a bow down of her head to Meredith. A sheepish smile to her features as her tail waves low behind her.

Divine Queen! You nearly gave me a start-! She would gather herself to move into a proper bow now and after which would pass her gaze from the sky once more and back to her Queen. Ra's flame will protect us in this gloom, but I do not know how long it will last. A test, perhaps? Meant to cull the weak? Or, maybe... If a chill touched her here, she imagined life in all the miles and miles north. Maybe this was meant to bring those into the Egyptian pantheon, to save their souls from this world's heinous false gods.

Phoenix herself is a pleasing sight, and the queen is elated at last to have their people gathered beneath a single point. She nods her head, releasing the hemet from her bow, and tries to read of the sky what prophecies the pantheon might hold for their people.

But there is only a darkness churning, underlit by ruby flames. It is terrible, and powerful all the same—its mysteries exhumed by the pious word of Phoenix Rising.

The queen cuts her gaze sharply.

“What must we do?”