Lion Head Mesa Viper

She seeks opportunity. She is vague, a song and dance around the truth of her history. She understood this; at times, she did the same. Though she cannot imagine their struggles had been anywhere near similar.
At mention of the Queen, of her own history, there's a pause before her lips part in speech. The Hemet-nekheb is a good woman. Truly, to her soul, there's genuine fondness in every word that rolls from her foreign tongue. she took me in at a time of need. A month ago, just before the war. I serve her to the best of my abilities. for devotion is all that Zaahira truly knows.
There's a knowingness to the way Eset looks at her now, and a brief wash of fear overtakes her in shades of watercolor blue. She had never been slighted for her previous lover being a woman, but was it secretly looked down upon? Or did Eset think her as the kind who would request such service from her — not as a genuine connection, but as an escort?
She does not press this matter and instead averts her gaze. I am training to become a warrior. I hope to reach the position of yaret, or jodai someday. another pause, and then, I am also learning to worship Osiris.