Two Eyes Cenote Woma

The hebsut felt a paltry waif beside the regality of his disposition, and as he glanced skyward her own sought the tones of wonder in Mesaba’s face. He was the type of man whose look alone commanded respect, but it was his humility Eset admired so staunchly now.

Had she ever been so sincere?

Her eyes joined his to traverse the night sky, envisioning both astral forms of Sopdet and Osiris greeting their new son. A look lowers to soften upon the mazoi. She wished to know what thoughts moved behind the stoic face- perhaps it was as a priest Mesaba truly identified. But she would do no more than bow her head to his request for council. The Gods would lead him down the path of their mutual choosing, as perhaps they always had.

“Muat-riya will answer your calling, Mesaba,” and as she spoke his name, her lips took a smile, “in whatever form it takes.”