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המבול - Izaiah - April 28, 2024
smokey eyes (@Legend) had led him here.
he wasn't quite sure what he expected from such a place. the mesa is grand, rising high above the badlands as if its very existence was some testament to a higher power. he can see skyviews adorned with decor that must not have been easy to find, and little passageways shrouded in red shade. it is so familiar and yet nothing like home at the same time.
izaiah braces himself as he reaches a strongly marked border, not daring to so much as step over it without an escort — he'd learned at least a few things in minya, what these people expected. he squints through the haze of midday, jaw clenched tight, and sends up a lone note.
all he can do is pray that his journey was not for nothing.
he wasn't quite sure what he expected from such a place. the mesa is grand, rising high above the badlands as if its very existence was some testament to a higher power. he can see skyviews adorned with decor that must not have been easy to find, and little passageways shrouded in red shade. it is so familiar and yet nothing like home at the same time.
izaiah braces himself as he reaches a strongly marked border, not daring to so much as step over it without an escort — he'd learned at least a few things in minya, what these people expected. he squints through the haze of midday, jaw clenched tight, and sends up a lone note.
all he can do is pray that his journey was not for nothing.
RE: המבול - Senmut - April 30, 2024
coyote-made, shades of shadow upon stone.
with doubled patrols between and around the palaces, the sentinels spotted the shade against the red sand from a distance.
the stranger, then, was shouted to a halt.
the mention of legend, her scent — these things earned izaiah his entry. guards escorted him down the wide red road and up the three large steps, into the open-air palace now thrown with petals.
here a path dipped down, and the man was led below the mesa. here a catacombing of networks, rooms, hallways, apartments, and courtyards were revealed, staffed by whisking attendants carrying garlands and greenstuffs, some wine, all illuminated by sunlight which fed down and down.
the wellspring burbled.
and the red prince came to receive izaiah warmly in an austere room with no prettying. his kohled eyes took in the stranger. "welcome to akashingo. i am senmut, erpa-ha and high priest. you must be tired."
he sent now for refreshment.
with doubled patrols between and around the palaces, the sentinels spotted the shade against the red sand from a distance.
the stranger, then, was shouted to a halt.
the mention of legend, her scent — these things earned izaiah his entry. guards escorted him down the wide red road and up the three large steps, into the open-air palace now thrown with petals.
here a path dipped down, and the man was led below the mesa. here a catacombing of networks, rooms, hallways, apartments, and courtyards were revealed, staffed by whisking attendants carrying garlands and greenstuffs, some wine, all illuminated by sunlight which fed down and down.
the wellspring burbled.
and the red prince came to receive izaiah warmly in an austere room with no prettying. his kohled eyes took in the stranger. "welcome to akashingo. i am senmut, erpa-ha and high priest. you must be tired."
he sent now for refreshment.
RE: המבול - Izaiah - April 30, 2024
a red man comes to greet him. he is lithe, handsome; cloaked in crimson and sharp-edged much in the same way izaiah was. akashingo; the red palace. bodies begin to surround them, both of high and low class. the stonebuilt face is unmoving save for intrigued glances here and there.
erpa-ha, this man is called.
he speaks of smokey eyes, of minya, of his internship which led him now to the palace doorstep. the position he seeks here — a doctor, no longer a student.
there is so much to this place. where minya was stationed in open scrubland and shaded only by the trees, this place was the mesa. the interior is somehow even more grand! his eyes slowly begin to adjust to the flickering light as he studies the narrow scarlet-crested face of the priest. he wonders what god he praises, but finds himself too nervous to ask.
instead, he lands upon idle, friendly chatter. he eyes the wellspring with interest.
erpa-ha, this man is called.
izaiah,the boy introduces. he gives a small, relieved smile.
very much so.
he speaks of smokey eyes, of minya, of his internship which led him now to the palace doorstep. the position he seeks here — a doctor, no longer a student.
there is so much to this place. where minya was stationed in open scrubland and shaded only by the trees, this place was the mesa. the interior is somehow even more grand! his eyes slowly begin to adjust to the flickering light as he studies the narrow scarlet-crested face of the priest. he wonders what god he praises, but finds himself too nervous to ask.
instead, he lands upon idle, friendly chatter. he eyes the wellspring with interest.
i have to say, this is much better than what i expected.
RE: המבול - Senmut - May 15, 2024
"and what did you expect?"
there was a smile on senmut's face, for they had truly been sent a skilled one in izaiah, and interest was clear in the prince's countenance.
"will you tell me of your best expertise?" he asked after a moment, wishing to know how best to specialize this man.
there was a smile on senmut's face, for they had truly been sent a skilled one in izaiah, and interest was clear in the prince's countenance.
"will you tell me of your best expertise?" he asked after a moment, wishing to know how best to specialize this man.
RE: המבול - Izaiah - May 16, 2024
well, i didn't know akashingo was rich.
minya was a place clearly divided by class. the khalifah sat high above the barren sands in his own bubble with his wife and sons, the crest of a short desert mountain making their home; the closer one lived to said peak, the richer one was. izaiah had seen it only briefly when hassan was requested to tend to a nephew, and while at the time the sight sparked wonder within him, it had nothing on this.
i've been trained in many branches of medicine,he says it almost bashfully, wishing not to brag.
i studied complex conditions, necropsies, all the fancy stuff. but i will do whatever is needed.
RE: המבול - Senmut - May 27, 2024
"i will make you a sesh then," senmut decided. "you have a counterpart in muat-riya. her name is tavina and she will be called here when it is time for pharaoh to give birth. she is greatly skilled. perhaps you may learn from one another."
and as for their riches; "our treasure rooms and desert palace are filled with tribute, but it is the new establishment of. a trade route reaching to the sea which ensures akashingo's wealth. i assure you that you will grow accustomed, izaiah."
and as for their riches; "our treasure rooms and desert palace are filled with tribute, but it is the new establishment of. a trade route reaching to the sea which ensures akashingo's wealth. i assure you that you will grow accustomed, izaiah."
RE: המבול - Izaiah - May 27, 2024
ah, so he was not the only doctor; and from the sounds of it, he would have someone experienced to compare notes with. relief spreads down his features.
and there was more! surprise colors itself only in the boy's eyes as he computes; their trade paths extend to the sea. akashingo was no kingdom, not in the way minya was — but an empire.
as they arrive at the empty room which would presumably become his sleeping quarters, izaiah whisks in front of the priest in order to inspect it. the plume of his tail flicks upward with interest. he says nothing, head turning over his shoulder to shyly pass a glance to the priest, and it is only now that he truly looks at him; the lithe muscles that ripple beneath the auburn pelt, the power and elegance with which he carries himself, the verdant eyes which shimmer and nearly whisper to him.
he tries not to stare.
i'm excited to meet her.
and there was more! surprise colors itself only in the boy's eyes as he computes; their trade paths extend to the sea. akashingo was no kingdom, not in the way minya was — but an empire.
i'm being spoiled, then, aren't i?
as they arrive at the empty room which would presumably become his sleeping quarters, izaiah whisks in front of the priest in order to inspect it. the plume of his tail flicks upward with interest. he says nothing, head turning over his shoulder to shyly pass a glance to the priest, and it is only now that he truly looks at him; the lithe muscles that ripple beneath the auburn pelt, the power and elegance with which he carries himself, the verdant eyes which shimmer and nearly whisper to him.
he tries not to stare.
surely i won't be pampered, though,he laughs, a breathy, rippling sound which rumbles from his chest.
i'm guessing your bathing springs are private, and i won't have servants to feed me grapes.
RE: המבול - Senmut - June 02, 2024
"the wellspring is open to all those who wish it. you may not be nobility, but you are not a servant. the fellahin will tend you there also. a physician may seek whatever pampering they like."
he felt the light press of izaiah's eyes upon him, and wondered at it, heating beneath his cerise fur; "our store-rooms are filled with fare from the steppes to the desert to the coastland."
humour flared to life in his mouth. "and so, if you wish to bathe in the fine waters and be fed grapes, only ask, and it shall be done, good sesh."
he felt the light press of izaiah's eyes upon him, and wondered at it, heating beneath his cerise fur; "our store-rooms are filled with fare from the steppes to the desert to the coastland."
humour flared to life in his mouth. "and so, if you wish to bathe in the fine waters and be fed grapes, only ask, and it shall be done, good sesh."