Lion Head Mesa bow

she was called upon by the shabti.

and although the woman was not an angry one, she still felt a tremble in her steps. @Tavina had been welcomed along too, the queen had offered.

the room had been nearly emptied out save for one guard, one fellahin. treva sat upon a furred spot. she was poised like a wild deity. laid, but her front half remained upright. nala wished to hide from her gaze! but she bowed deeply.

divine one, her voice a tremble in her throat. betrayed by herself!

rise, please,

she instructed with warmth as she looked over the sanpin. dirtied from a day's work, no doubt. yet tended to with care still. the woman would not suffer beneath the care of tavina. that was to be expected.

report to me of the things you have learned.

she kept an ear ready to hear if tavina would join them.

oh!

a report!

i have learned herbs under tavina. i have heard the prayers of the morning and the way the rooms are kept.

it was not concise, but the queen did not seem displeased by her answer either.

the knowledge of tavina was to be expected.

the unique girl also spoke of prayers, of the tidying of rooms. one the work of fellahin.

the other the path of hem and hemet. with this thought she brewed deeply.

eventually you will be beyond sanpin. there are paths in akashingo.

she would explain the mazoi, the sesh, the hem and hemet. she did not discuss the low ranks out of a kindness to the girl and tavina.

pharaoh's knowledge is richer. do not be afraid to bow before him and ask.

the girl nodded all at once. a nearly vibrating thing.

treva dismissed her.