Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

Like Zaahira, Nefari too had spent the night before drinking her worries away on much too empty a stomach than she would've liked. Though the threat of another killing lay imminent, the fellahin had assured her that queen consort Rashepses and the mazoi had it under control.

The Obelisk busied herself that morning with preparations. Her retinue had stayed to dress her in the finest of fur hats, silk red-blue deel clasped carefully around her figure and finished with an adorning gold sash. The whites of her cheeks had been accentuated and blushed with crushed rose petals, leaving a subtle fragrance as she walked. Not so extravagant as to upstage Toula, but enough to leave a lasting impression on guests, she would hope.

By evening, the princess sat atop a small step to raise her above the crowd, rosewater eyes looking fondly upon the Queen as she parted the crowd. But it was the obsidian man beside her that drew a gasp from her pursed lips. Devastatingly handsome as he knelt at the foot of the new Pharaoh, Toula had chosen well. Rashepses - Khonsu reborn.

As the night drew on, so too did stormclouds broil and swirl. The old deities, perhaps, did not see Toula's rise to godhood as a thing to be celebrated. Nefari would mutter a prayer under her breath before departing into the crowd, tension prickling at her withers.