September 18, 2022, 12:28 PM
(This post was last modified: September 19, 2022, 12:22 PM by Nazli.)
Nazli was positively twitterpated by the goings-on of the wedding. She had seen lavish things within the palace, but nothing compared to these moments between the pharaoh and his chosen; and Treva! She was a spectacle herself, as wild as a mazoi could be expected, and poised, and powerful.
She could not watch for long once the events unfolded. There were visitors to tend, orders to take, foods to fetch and share among them, and soon the din of conversation filled the halls of the palace. The girl did her best to keep up; she saw to the Mereoans, slipped among the visitors of the little hamlet of Brecheliant, and then was startled away.
There were others, always more, always wanting. She passed by one of the decorated hem and made sure to avert her gaze, although it did linger a bit on the back of one head or catch in fleeting glances upon the passing bodies, as she was curious and in awe. As Nazli side-stepped around a throng of visitors she caught the title of amiraad in her ear and turned promptly, to see Makono.
Everything else in the party fell away at that moment. The sounds joined in to a din of white noise; the fanciful sights were dimmed by comparison to the regal daughter of the pharaoh, who spoke so carefully and authoritatively about something (she was not near enough to hear, nor was it her place to wonder). It was only a moment of clarity before the party rushed in from all sides again — she saw Senmut in his regalia too, and turned and with ruddy cheeks went hurriedly back to work.
She could not watch for long once the events unfolded. There were visitors to tend, orders to take, foods to fetch and share among them, and soon the din of conversation filled the halls of the palace. The girl did her best to keep up; she saw to the Mereoans, slipped among the visitors of the little hamlet of Brecheliant, and then was startled away.
There were others, always more, always wanting. She passed by one of the decorated hem and made sure to avert her gaze, although it did linger a bit on the back of one head or catch in fleeting glances upon the passing bodies, as she was curious and in awe. As Nazli side-stepped around a throng of visitors she caught the title of amiraad in her ear and turned promptly, to see Makono.
Everything else in the party fell away at that moment. The sounds joined in to a din of white noise; the fanciful sights were dimmed by comparison to the regal daughter of the pharaoh, who spoke so carefully and authoritatively about something (she was not near enough to hear, nor was it her place to wonder). It was only a moment of clarity before the party rushed in from all sides again — she saw Senmut in his regalia too, and turned and with ruddy cheeks went hurriedly back to work.
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