Swift paws took the changeling towards raw scents. Hunger dug into her stomach; following it came second nature. Why had she not seen Za? Where was Za? Where was Seth- Seth, Seth, Seth, Seth! With the words dribbling off her mind, she shook out the tension off of her coat. "BRRRR!" Went her lips, like a toy engine. Halting, her foot lifted to scratch at her ear with winced eyes. She scratched it so hard that ther were audible thumps from her pads hitting the shale.
Opening her eyes, her vision pinned. Excitement! She felt excitement! Her voice called out instantly. "ZA!" Fumbling down her way, she was quick to the womans front to press her forehead against her friends. They were friends, and they were great! "I come find you. Za eats?"
"Yes!" Her mouth found delightful watering, and her tastebuds came to a tingle! Outwardly, she'd been still as a rock, unmoving after the arranged meal was plated before her. Then, her tongue was clicking back drool, preventing it from slipping out of the corners of her lips until she wildly broke! Shaking out dust from her sand-dipped coat, she splayed her wiry legs all the way down to eat. No one was near! She'd eat how she wanted!
With that, her entire jaw clasped around the top of the meat, berry in the assortment and all. Yum! She needed it! All of it! Her stomach ached! So much aching! So much moving! Now that she started to eat, she found it difficult not to swallow the slab whole.
Then, she paused her tonguey chewing suddenly. It registered quickly, Zaahira's last statement, once it broke through her munches. Ohhh! Job!- Job? "Job?" Pinning her eyes upwards, she froze her body in time to await. Then, she unpaused. "That's me! I do all the jobs!" she proudly announced and boasted, and then went straight back to munching!
Meat split between her canines as her jaws nipped and crushed. Her tongue was greedy for food, eyes fixated in a way that almost stole her away from Zaahira. An energetic shiver vibrated across her tail, before it tightly curled and her elbows pushed her towards the meal.
In a quick glance, her eyes locked to Zaahira.
"Princes?"
With the food pressed against the edges of her lips, the audible sound of her molars crushing and grinding it down had begun. Ahead of her, she stared, empty headed in nature with no immediate response.
Did she hear her?
"Yes! I do not know of Thutmose. Princes stay.." Dig, dig, grind, grind, and through bone, her teeth pierced through. Shard by shard, she ate with soft, tender flesh. "Isolated. Away from one another. The air is thick. You feel it?" Not even a look to Zaahira this time; only her owlish eyes ahead.
"Prince Rashepses feeds me. His mind thinks- you see it? Kind. Prince Senmut- Humble. Generous to me. But, to trifle with the name of his land sparks fire akin to nothing. You see it." No question. "Rashepses' voice- loud. Senmuts- reserved. I see scorching embers in their future, should they cross. Rashepses' orchestra, and Senmuts hymn. Embers. You see it? Thutmose.." Her head tilted. Had she seen him? She did not continue farther with him, because..
She did not know.
"Yes," she replied absently; though, not because of her lack of understanding nor notice. Her mind had faded away, once her mouth finally chirped and gave answers Zaahira dug for. Oh.. all too much.. lots of thhinking.. she didn't mind thinking.. Not enough thinking! Her mind branched out, clawing for ideas and subjects, things that her head could dance with until night fall.
All of the food, she'd finished.
Her tongue pressed roughly into her teeth.
Her attention ran into her arms. "My understand!" Me...My...Me..My..
What was the difference again? Oh well! Must be my!
"Rashepses and Senmut, I watch," she declared, her voice quartering in volume, tail swishing side to side. "Thutmose. He is princely?" Legend knew little of this...Thutmose!
Her head looked to be an empty vault. Her eyes ahead, giving quick glances to Zaahira when words that sparked her interest prodded her for a greater attentention. Then, wide, peering eyes locked to her on the name of their erpa-ha, as if Zaahira spoke of magical storybooks with heroes and conquerors.
Many things could've been touched, and that was what Zaahira had selected.
With a tilt of the birds head, there were quick, small nods in agreement- bewilderment under a does gaze and a hawks pupils. She agreed, yes, all the way until Zaahira's muttered breath came to a ghostly stop. Legend greeted her at the end in a soft messengers knowledge.
"Order. Of an empire. The Gods will lead us to their vision. Za, we are-" her head lifted, nose trailing over the sky to remind of their people that prospered. And Toula, only a young woman with innocent eyes. "Empire!" And in an empire, the Pharaoh was level to the Gods. "We will prosper in time. That is our Gods will. You trust?" In a sway, her tail waved. They had no choice. It would shatter their culture to not crown a pharaoh, no matter who he was.
For that, there was no more to be said. In Zaahira's eyes, passion; one dug out from the graves of unresolved strings of frayed trust and broken promises. There came an unspoken click of agreement and word between their pupils, and in Legend's, a pique of anomalous fascination that desired to peck at these stones Za laid out.
Their ruling princes.
Fun.