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Charmion’s lips drew together as he prostrated himself once more. She liked his carefulness. A man like this would carry such precisions into every aspect of his life, something the amiirad notes. She folds her pink paws, a new thought occurring to her now.

“Neith is a creation goddess. But, she’s also associated with warfare. Interesting, don’t you think? How you need both. The light, but also the dark. Ra’s sunlight is made more powerful with Kek’s shadow to contrast him,” she purses her lips, ears upright and focused.

“Shezmu must be like that, as well!” The girl suggests, watching for intricacies in the fellahin’s eyes. Of course, it implied her belief that Charmion might have light and dark within him as well, too. But the princess Merneith was not deterred. Afterall, they made a fine pair.