Mere hours ago, Keket had found herself upon the chilled sand of the coast, alone. She mulled over the idea of returning to the warmth of her natal pack, for she would be well received there - a princess returning from a long journey. She missed summer heat, and the smell of the dust after rain, as rare as it was. What she missed more was the attention. The many attendants, her servants, complying to her every whim.

This place was similar, or so Caiaphas had told her; the men bowed to the will of women, utterly subservient. It was a start. If Keket were to have her way - if her will were to truly be enacted in this strange, cold place - then it would be more than men who bowed. As she paced along the sandy shore, her steps long and languid, she thought about this. The next step - how to build an empire. With a glance towards the sea, the resting place of Nun and his bride Naunet, she paused in her wandering - trying to gather the many thoughts that lay scattered throughout her mind.

A brisk wind buffeted at her, pushing her away from the sea and towards the tree line, as if it were the will of the gods themselves. For a moment she resisted and her expression went from casual and thoughtful to utterly scathing - but then she heard a sound behind her, and Keket turned. The expression melted away quickly, shifting like sand. Nearby there was a rugged male - and Keket, interested in just how far her will could be carried, found her interest piqued.

She knew these wolves to be Greeks, just as any true Greek would recognize her lineage. A veiled smile slipped across her features, but the expression was as chilled as the winter wind. Ah, you must be one of the servants. The woman purred lowly and slunk towards him, her gaze sharp as she inspected every inch. This would do nicely.

His initial reaction caused a great wave of pleasure to rise within Keket. This was how she was meant to be treated. Bowed to, beloved and obeyed. Her smile grew for a moment and a flash of fire burned in her eyes - but then everything faltered, for the man was speaking in the tongue of slaves. Of course he would speak Greek - he was a Greek - and Keket was forced to use the same repulsive language. Στη συνέχεια, θα κάνω το καλύτερό μου για να μιλήσει το δρόμο σας. She was lucky to have been taught more than the language of the Pharaohs... Although, it was not her strength, as evidenced by the occasional misplaced sound. ποιος είναι ο ρόλος σας εδώ?

Just as she struggled to speak this language, she struggled to hear it and understand. Keket listened, and once again she was invigorated by the prospect of being waited upon. θ απαιτούν... ένα μέρος για να ξεκουραστούν . Έλα, να βοηθήσει εμένα

With this order given, Keket strode by him. This was a test, one of many which she was eager to bestow upon him. Just how much was a man willing to do for these women? As she drifted on by, Keket thought of other ways to test these boundaries.. But that would come later. For now, she simply watched him with a demure expression upon her regal face.

Keket pursed her lips, thoughtful for a moment, and then as the man turned away from her, she followed. She was aloof; drifting after the Greek as he led her away from the chilled ocean edge and towards the towering trees. He moved with efficiency, and came to an abrupt halt after only a few minutes of perusing. He seemed... Indifferent. Not pleased by his own work, nor made bored by the simple request.

The girl stepped around him with one fluid step, ducking her head for just a second so that she could peer in to the hollow. Hm. θα το κάνει. She sighed, as if disappointed - and then, it was as if Keket had all but forgotten about the empty tree. She turned her eyes upon the man as if to size him up, although she had gotten an eyeful already, during their short journey.

Ένα γεύμα , το επόμενο. Έχω την πείνα. She wasn't really in any sort of great need, but it was another test. Αλλά εγώ δεν τρώνε τα ψάρια - και αυτό πρέπει να είναι φρέσκα. With these specifics outlined, Keket paused to watch him, expectant.