Wolf RPG

the pharaoh had not been back to visit his children since their birth. belen thought this odd but not for her commentary. all the fellahin were now tasked with the overseeing and progress of the royal trio. when she found the princeling gone, belen recoiled in horror and ran at once to find him. she headed down several hallways, at last spotting the boy but blanching when she saw how close he was to the throne-room. "ven a mi!" the servant hissed, swooping forward to scruff the boy and whirl away from the forbidden quarters. her ears caught the sound of kasmut with pharaoh. that was good; he was deeper in his own bedchamber and distracted.

for now siptah was easily held. belen ignored his wails as she carried him back to the queen's apartments. her neck ached by the end of the journey but it did not matter. "your father will see you when you are older, divine one," she mumbled to the baby prince as she set him back down between his sisters. all she could do was hope that ramesses had not heard the little boy's squalling all the way from his door. belen sat down in the entrance to satsu's bedchamber, guarding siptah and the others from another escape. "i can show you a game, prince," the fellahin suggested lightly.

belen motioned to where two polished bone-ends were beside the door. "go and bring them here, prince," she said softly. the girl wondered if he would agree to do it. he was very young, but already they all deferred to he and to his sisters. she stood, ready to fetch the toys if he did not. when the pair of pieces were before belen and siptah, she cleared her throat importantly. "do you know what these are called, great one?"

siptah brought them back. belen congratulated him with a grin and a coo. "well, we roll them," she said, demonstrating with a short movement before she contained both of the ivories. "now. we are going to take turns rolling them and seeing which is fastest," she explained. "it is called racing. do you understand, divine one?" it felt foolish to call him by such a title, but belen had been taught no other.

belen laughed softly. she rose and used her claws to scratch a long line across their raceway, some feet ahead. "whoever rolls their piece closest is the winner of that time." she returned to the prince. "you go first." siptah and his sisters were growing quickly. the servant herself was interested to know when ramesses would visit they and the queen once more.

belen grinned and sent her own piece off. it was a better roll but did not go farther than that of the prince. the bones clacked together. she clucked her tongue and moved to retrieve them. "now, prince, see how fast you can roll yours," belen suggested, shifting his body a bit here and there with her muzzle to align siptah toward his goal.