@Makono had asked to see him again. It had been a few days, so he would do so again on the way to visit Ramesses. Surely the
pharaoh had some task or another for him.
Like always, the
mazoi waited outside the
amiirad's chamber, barely peeking his nose through the mouth of the cave.
She would know he was here and decide whether or not she wished to see him on this day or another.
the wedding had come and gone.
fellahin attended cleaning matters. nazli was not kept as close during these times, so she might be of more use elsewhere. makono found herself growing...sour. she yearned for the company of those closest for her. she had half a mind to call senmut back to her.
but her thoughts were answered by another.
she caught his face in the doorway, a welcomed sight.
she preened herself for a moment, situated upon furs. the air of her had changed since last night, but still she remained warm towards khaba.
come,
she summoned him from his spot in the doorway.
Come.
And in the beast entered.
Almost immediately, the silver gaze befell the girl. She was so prim and poised, delicate like a dandelion. Too delicate to touch.
But he quickly shook away these thoughts, stepping close to the settled amiirad. He wondered what words she would share with him today, if any at all.
she wished to give something to everyone lately.
such was the one who kept peace, wasn't it? she could scoff at herself, but she did no such thing in the company of another.
are you aware of yaret? jodai?
a seed of an ambition was as good a gift as any.
Yaret. Jodai. Neither were familiar words.
The mazoi shook his head, silver mane flinging to and fro against his chest.
they are above common mazoi.
she explained this with an easy smile.
yaret is an elite warrior. one who has proven to be above the mazoi. a jodai is above both. a captain to them.
now she examined khaba for a reaction.
Above the common mazoi? Well now, didn't that sound intriguing.
The dark beast shifted his feet, eyes now carrying a bright, keen sheen.
Was this a test, or an offer? Khaba couldn't quite tell, but nor did he have the proper means to find out. Would she tell him, or leave him dangling from a cliff?
she seemed to spur him into life with this knowledge.
she wondered now why pharaoh had not taught him such. perhaps because not every move was as vital as her own right now.
now was a test.
you seem interested,
her voice teetered toward a tease.
A heavy head fell against his shoulder, cocked sideways. Did she think him to hold different ambition than any other? Did she believe that perhaps he was not adequate to the role because his lack of communication.
Oh, but if the time came, he would find a way. He always did.
You seem interested.
The girl was teasing him now.
Khaba simply frowned, shrugging his massive shoulders. Neither were meant as a self-humbling gesture, only confusion. Why play games with the mazoi? He wasn't fond of them. Straight and to the point. That's how he operated.
But as for the amiirad? No — she was far different.
he was hard to string along, to play with. her art was of cunning looks and words. only one worked upon him, and it could not convey as much as her words.
but she would learn to play along.
i could see you in the roles one day, mazoi.
she stood tall now. never to be as tall as him, but her height was in most of her personality!
you are on the right path.
One day.
That's how they often put it. Blank words, merely. The mazoi did not have much hope.
When she said it, Khaba simply shrugged in disbelief.
Deciding he was no longer interested in the subject, the beast's snout fell low to his shoulder, tongue sliding from his jaws to begin licking at a matted clump of fur.
His ears would still be attentive if she moved on to a new topic, but for the moment, he acted as though he had no interest in the current one.
fade in favor of new one? <3
the beast fell by the wayside, seemingly disinterested.
so he was not a man of grand words but perhaps this should be expected. he did not speak. what power did normal words of flattery have over him?
she did not hate that, though.
instead she was merely content to send him on his way with warmth — or entertain him in silence if he still wished for company.
Oo, yess! ^^
The
mazoi had stayed longer than intended. Surely the
amiirad had things to tend to, or things to learn. He would bid her farewell for now.
Once silence had fell the chambers, the man stood and tipped his muzzle forward.
If she accepted his departure, he would turn to leave with the promise that he would return again soon.