Wolf RPG

The new fellahin roamed the halls of the palace. It was truly an amazing place, touched by many beautiful sights. Being here felt like a dream. The palaces of her homeland had been grand, but none as much so as this.

With slow movements, Isa observed each corridor and quarter entrance closely, remembering the scents of those who entered and departed. As her mentor had once taught her, it was important to know who kept to where. There were even bonus points in knowing without having first been told. This would be the case, as was her goal. Nothing would tell of her talents and ambition better than this.

From her busied, searching gaze, Isana did notice they who approached. They paused near and offered both a greeting and name. She was hesitant, to say the least. But not disgusted.

Senmut, priest, The red woman repeated, softly acknowledging his title in the palace. He was above her station, no doubt; but he was not royal.

I am Isa, fellahin. She had no shame for her title. She would wear it with confidence, head held high. It was an honor to serve, and she would never think differently. 

Isa watched his head fall, but said nothing of it. It arose quickly, preventing any concern or query.

It has been quiet. The shabti said she would call on me, but she has yet to. In the meantime, I have been getting acquainted with each chamber and their master or mistress. A shared secret of trade; one only she and her tutor had once known.

For a short moment, the fellahin was confused.

How did this hem mean by his words? She served mistresses, yes... but in what way had he implied?

I do not bed them, if that is what you inquire. Isana was blunt, as she was often. If this was the meaning of his query, he would have a straightforward answer.

But I will serve them in any other way they desire me to do so. There was no denying her eagerness to serve; and in all other ways.

Isa was not quite sure of whether she should have been offended or if she should forgive the boy for his quick tongue. But she had little time to decide this. Perhaps she could not hold a grudge forever, but she certainly could learn to be more wary of him in the future. For now, she would excuse the apology and the topic altogether.

Serving has always been my way, though the title of fellahin and the concepts and traditions of Akashingo are new to me. It will take time to learn, but for the time being I am very much so content. How could she not be content? There was no reason not to be. Not yet, at least.

And what of you? How does the title of senmut settle with you? And then there would be the question of how long he had held this honor.