Blackfoot Forest You know I'll fight my corner.

Hatshepsut held no respect for those who disdained their roots, and her lapis eyes cooled considerably as the girl spoke. The interplay betwixt herself and the male also perturbed the Egyptian; she straightened. "They came from a land called Persia," she explained, eartip flicking once. "Their demeanour, and yes, their beauty, was akin to yours. But of course I may have made a mistake," Hatshepsut added demurely. She knew she had not; she remembered quite well the fire-flame of the Shah, his coterie of wives and guards. They had come to Karnak in splendor and with exotic gifts, seeking alliance between herself and their lands.

"You are from the creek, yes?" the Egyptian inquired, seeking to smooth the ripple betwixt the two of them. The man continued to go without her attentions, for he played no role in the conversation between herself and the flower. Perhaps she was prejudiced, but Hatshepsut had placed the male in the role of a guard, and thus to her he was little more than a plant or pillar.

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