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You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess - Melody - July 16, 2023

In The Gilded Sea, among the family Melody had been raised in, art in all its forms was a fact of life. She had even been named after one, but singing was not all that she had been taught to do. Melody Medeiros was a dancer too, and a painter, and sometimes a poet, though not a very good one.

Today she would be a painter.

She'd spent a little while collecting things, and now stood in front of one of the walls of her room with all of it gathered beside her. Melody ran one paw over the wall, taking in the texture of it. She only hesitated for a moment after that.

Then she painted The Gilded Sea. The vast expanse of dull gold against a pale sky, the brighter yellow-gold glow of the sun over it all. The fierce burn of flame at one side of the wall, and the silverblue mist of rain at the other. When she was satisfied, Melody stepped back to admire her work only for a moment, smeared in her paints.

Then she collapsed into her bed and slept.



RE: You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess - Zaahira - July 18, 2023

making so many assumptions pls call me out if i am wrong

Zaahira was not an an intruder. She kept to herself in these winding redstone halls, privacy considered a sacred thing that should be cradled and kept like a soft-skinned baby.
After all, Akashingo was the only place she had ever had such a luxury. In the Lake, Khaba was everywhere. He had eyes within the hills, within the water, deep in the branches of trees. His embrace was strong.
Today, glistening with the arid heat of midsommar afternoon from a recent training session, the mazoi walks the halls of the priests and priestesses. They are beautifully decorated, in some ways in better shape than the mazoi barracks. She seeks Akhtar, or anyone, really; whoever can give her advice.
For today, she will work on her altar for Sekhmet. That is the way Aliki will be brought to justice, it seems.
A golden-laced silhouette catches her eye, a figure within a room splattered in paint of blues and yellows. Curiously, against her better judgment, she peers inside with a point of her nose. Excuse me? a gentle call for the sleeping woman. I am sorry to bother. You are hemet?



RE: You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess - Melody - July 27, 2023

It wasn't often Melody woke to the beckoning of a beautiful woman. Not a coyote, nor with the manner of a servant, but the lankiness to her gave Melody enough pause to remember herself. She hid a yawn and stretched as she rose, feigning confidence because she was tired of feeling so awkward.

At least this way, they wouldn't know how afraid she was that they would all just forget about her the moment she walked away.

You're not bothering me, She smiled as she rose, still covered in paint. Hemet, yeah. I'm Melody. For now she only let her questions linger in her eyes; why was she here? Did she need something?



RE: You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess - Zaahira - August 03, 2023

Ah, yes, Zaahira lowers her head into a polite bow of greeting. I am Zaahira. Mazoi. I seek guidance with the Gods, she shuffles further into the doorway, shoulder pressed against the redstone wall. I am building an altar for goddess Sekhmet. Do you know what offerings she would like?
This woman is young; still with fresh eyes and a lanky figure. Perhaps it was unwise to be seeking guidance from someone so presumably inexperienced, but no matter — if she spoke to the Gods, her advice was good enough for the aspwoman. I was hoping you could walk with me to the river. I will be placing it there.



RE: You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess - Melody - August 05, 2023

Oh! So she was here officially! Melody straightened a little, thinking on what she knew of Sekhmet. Mmm, maybe roses, She began, and realized she would need to explain. Because they're red. We could see if Tavina can spare any herbs for it... and something that's been burned.

Melody would never make a very good teacher. No more explanations were forthcoming, at least for the moment. She went on, allowing Zaahira to lead the way as she spoke. I'm not sure how you'd represent battle or a warrior at an altar, Melody admitted. She looked to the Mazoi with curious eyes. What do you think?



RE: You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess - Zaahira - August 10, 2023

Roses. Something burnt. Zaahira listens with a quick nod of her head. Teeth from a kill, she thinks aloud with flared nostrils and wildfire eyes that study the priestess. perhaps even a pelt?
The curve of her back, the feathering along her cheeks that lead to a gold-dusted chin.
No. She swallows the craving that bubbles deep in her stomach.
Come. I will show you where it is being built. and quietly, she slips from the doorway with a hushed gasp for air in the hopes that she would not have heard it.



RE: You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess - Melody - October 30, 2023

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Teeth. That was a good idea! Yeah! Melody echoed brightly, smiling; it was nice to feel useful, to feel like someone was engaging with her role here as priestess. Zaahira could have gone to Senmut or Akhtar, who surely knew more, but she had chosen her.

She was content to let Zaahira take the lead, enjoying the view from the back more than she would ever admit. Were all the Mazoi so nice to look at? The Hemet quite overlooked Zaahira's own distraction, in her general obliviousness; instead she was caught in her own appreciative study, finding far more interest in the dark stripe at the base of the woman's spine than any talk of Gods.

Then she remembered that they were supposed to be creating a shrine. Right. Piety. Melody swallowed hard and abruptly began to speak again. Why an altar to Sekhmet? If you don't mind telling me. That way we can make it more uh, specific, Yeah. Something like that.

That ass is pretty godly by itself, though.



RE: You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess - Zaahira - October 30, 2023

Erpa-ha has told me to look to Sekhmet for guidance, Zaahira explains, breath drawn sharply inward. Aliki. Khaba. so that is what I will do.
A trip to the stores, first; down the halls and past the winding shadow of the catacombs. There, she seeks her supplies; the tooth of a deer, a dried scarlet rose, the pelt of a hare.
Daybreak warms her shoulders as she leads the hemet to Selena's grave; eternally beside the rushing serpent. Beside it lies a second, smaller pile of silt and clay, shaped crudely in the form of a pillar. Here.
Together, they will display them; Zaahira guides the golden wrist, her choice of gifts lined along the base of the pillar. They join voices, then, in prayer.

Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day.
Mine is a heart of corneal, the gnarled roots of a dogwood and the bursting of flowers.
I am the broken wax seal on my lover’s letters.
I am the phoenix, the fiery sun, consuming and resuming myself.
I pace the halls of the Duat.
I knock on the doors of death.
I wander into the fields to stare at the sun and lie in the grass, ripe as a fig.
The souls of the gods are with me.
They hum like flies in my ears.
I will what I will.
Mine is a heart of carnelian, blood red as the crest of a phoenix.


Shaking, renewed, Zaahira allows Melody to depart with a soft whisper of thank you. She stares at the shadowed grave for a time, and thinks of how much time has already passed.

tacked a conclusion on here for trade purposes!