Lion Head Mesa Earthly scene

for @Inji and for your reference @Tuna <3 (you are welcome to hop in at any point!)

In the small underground concourse that joins all their chambers, Eset calls for a meeting with the servants of Akashingo. Tuna, Inji, Sayf, and even late Pharaoh’s vizier, if the small master’s time could be spared, along with medjay Bayek.

On the floor she spreads out the blueprint. She had worked on it all night, first studying the base design represented in the reliefs of the palace, then sketching until the draft was close enough to what she’d envisioned for her goddess. She’d made some alterations, mostly visual, to refine the elegant shape to match Toula’s femininity, and added a papyrus canopy to stave the necessity of individual fans. The result was simple and polished, and once painted would make it known to anyone who should look upon their Queen:

That she is Egypt.

“Thank you all for coming. The Erpa-ha has made a request of the fellahin, that our Queen arrives to her summer palace by way of litter,” she indicates with a paw to the drawing.

“Tuna and Sayf, I will ask you to scout for the appropriate wood; acacia for the frame, and sycamore for the base. When you have found it, we will all help to haul and carve.”

And then to the pale girl, “Inji, you and I will gather a suitable amount of silt, the kind with the crimson pigment just off the mesa. We’ll bring a store of it and will bind it with water for paint.” Red accents. A part of herself in the design, too.

She turns to the vizier and the medjay, bowing respectfully, “Your eye will help us oversee the build, to ensure its quality and suitability is apt for the Queen. Thank you, my Lords.”

For any questions, she looks now.