Two Eyes Cenote ninety-fourth

Hmm. Speak for yourself. They love me, a jest, given the fact that she was quite aware of Their cruelty. She couldn’t exist when the gaze of Ra was upon all, so uncomfortable it was. Never mind the fact that she was motherless—well, she had suckled at the proverbial teat of Akashingo. So she owed the place and its people loyalty, especially since that teat was one she still absolutely suckled on. 

Now, though, instead of mothers milk wine poured from it. Lately though, she hasn’t the taste. 

His next question was answered with a squint. You don’t know? she had thought Senmut had been the one to recommend her continued education. In the court of the Pharaoh’s aunt, she paused and said, who is also a Pharaoh. Different than Toula, though I didn’t interact with her but for the introduction—just the priests and priestesses there. Still, you could see it in the woman’s fellahin. They skittered rather than stepped, she recalled. And the introduction? 

Medusa withheld a shudder. Now that was a woman who likely would never know the meaning of “no”, not for never being taught but simply having never heard it. A powerful being to be sure, but one that ruled perhaps via fear and an iron fist than the sort of love and adoration Toula inspired.

Both had her respect for it. 

Anyway, she listened now for Senmut’s answer, interested in what he would think of that.