His face, his divine face. Oh, how she'd missed it. The small smile forming couldn't be stopped; though, it could be changed.
Ramesses spoke now. Her cheeks drew down, content to listen and focus.
There were many ways to worship, he explained. But which was the most divine way? Surely there had to be one. Which way of worshiping would you say is the most pleasing to your Gods and Goddesses?
Maybe he knew which.
It was dance they sought. And so, dance they would have.
Then I shall continue to dance for them... for you.
It was odd to speak of him last. He had always been her priority. Whatever he asked, she would do. If he wished to hear her sing, she would sing. If he wished to see her dance, she would dance.
Settling carefully over her haunches, Sokha embraced him with her gaze, ears flicking every now and then with a new thought. Did Ramesses want to see her dance? Or would she now be confined to times of worship. The whole concept still bemused her in slight, but she wouldn't question it. If he had more to explain, he would do. But if not, she would have to figure it out on her own.
Ramesses told her of those she could choose to worship, but something puzzled her. Why was it that she had to choose one over the other? Could she not worship all?
I wonder ... is it not a possibility to worship beneath the sun and moon? Why need I choose one, when I can provide both what they may desire to see?
Perhaps was something against tradition, but she knew not the answer until the pharaoh made it known.
Sokha cocked her head softly, a smile curving at the corner of her lip.
Hours of dancing. He made it seem tiring, but she thought it only fun. What better of a way to spend her time?
No matter the length of time, it will be an honor to worship them so.