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The shadow considered herself above most others, and barely showed interest in anyone that was not a sibling or a parent. Gifts from fellahin, or the woman Tavina, did not garner much interest from her either. Satakhetem preferred to lurk and to study, to judge, and primarily to learn. If she was born of the divine, there had to be something inherently superior about her - right? Satakhetem was, by nature, precocious; gathering knowledge in her quiet way, and through the study of her parents and the adults that served them, a certain level of mental acuity was achieved.

She was in no means, bright, but there was a way with words. And as she now took to following Merneith and keeping to the periphery of the child's vision, Satakhetem observed the prideful bearing, and heard the chattering - meaningless as it was - and found something about the moment lacking.

Shifting from the edge of the corridor to match Neith's gait, Satakhetem petitioned, You aren't even saying words, you know? Her tone was accusatory, and while her voice was direct it was quiet, like a hiss. As if the real message was, you are divine, why act the fool?