There were many questions after that she could answer. That she knew Eset trusted her to be wise with; albeit, Legend was far too focused upon a more sheer bliss right now, behind the submissive posture and voice.
"No, Erpa-ha."
The growing bloodbath surrounding Muat-riya, Akashingo, was beginning to take its reign. Melody, Akhtar, the missing princess, and the nasty intrusions. She had seen both of them. Little devil had seen both after their falls. Oh, yes, Akhtar. Yes, Melody. She had ran through lowlands after hearing the beating words of a message; gifted by Eset, handed off to Senmut.
It was nice again, though, wasn't it? To be close to him again.
When her Erpa-ha and Jodai made their return, they would be met with the sight of her stationed figure. Quiet, head down and pressed into the ground.
Zaahira spoke with a fire that demanded her back into reality. The steps in the Jodai roared loud against her cold belly, carried from the ground. A message to the messenger: pay attention, pay attention, pay attetnion, pay attention. She felt Senmut's gaze burn her neck. The devil did not speak, the imp did not sound, and the dog listened to the thundering of voices with a miniscule presence.
The boy had been a teenager. Did little but stare and move slow, and had not been there long. Left the rancid smell of his presence behind upon the Temple. It would have been a strange ask of someone with ill intent, but they did not know. They did not know.
Her mouth opened. She spoke as a wisp. "I do not know, Erpa-ha." It very well could have been a sick joke from aggressive foes. "He was young. Defiled Temple with urine. He spoke.. strange tongue. Strange words. Bold. Fellahin Machiavelli and I arrived before there could be fight. Hebsut appeared frightened."
Greatwater wolves! Bad, they said! Bad, bad, bad! Monsters. Monsters. Monsters! Engulfed in the flurry of their words, her mind was heated with voices digging into her skull. Childish. Childish! Primitive! Primitive! They defile us. Punish them! Punish them! The gods will punish them!
Her rail was curled around her hind legs, arms outstretched with a bowed head of a worshipper to the Superiors. Devil, devil, devil, devil! Things were happening again. Moving! Moving! They moved, they moved. Travel- travel, travel, and when her chest was burned with the by the embers of the flames eating at the floor, flames they lit with the fuse of beginnings, a sound cut through her ears. 'Dove.' Legend.
"Yes." The first answer, the one of her name, as her heart skipped around eagerly within her. Assist. Assist. Assist! They would see not in which the way her mouth then curled up, and how excitable she drew, how much she was now adoring the attention. They would only hear the first answer for a second time, and never know, never once, never twice, or again, how she felt alive again. Legend had been here before.
"Yes."