Lake Rodney Sailor Song

“Not a doctor, no. But a gardener. Someone to grow food for the kitchens. Or a hem, to cultivate the plants for our temples.” Her errant paddling slows, paws finding steady movements. She turns to gaze over her breast, the lustrous opal eyes again finding their life. 

“I want— Muat-riya to be a proud place. I believe that is only achieved when everyone is working towards something they find passion in. You need not give an answer now. Just, consider it. Machi.”

Toula again fills her thoughts. She would not be able to offer so much if their Pharaoh forbade it. Wisps of Hathor’s love is present in the air, skimming her power over the lake like dragonflies.

At once Eset wrests her cheek away from Machi, eyes building tears which reflect the thousand of answering stars.

“Gods… we're at war. But I think I’m happy– I think I’m irretrievably happy.”