Rosewater Oasis this is a joke

the dark figure of samirseti cuts through the veil of Ra's light. there's a confidence in his stride, even after learning of the destruction of the palace. if he were distraught, he was much better at hiding than she'd given him credit for.

the pharoah approaches her in her as his chin lifts, her chin falls in a respectful nod. she wasn't sure if he was in the mood to watch her bow, today.
he verbalizes her prayer, eyes closed as her chin remained downwards. only when his words stopped did the nebet's neck crane up towards the sun. its wamrth a kiss to her lips.

O Great Ra. He who's light reigns all. Guide your children, for we've been lost and scattered, back into your arms. racharra prayed, voice leveled yet firm. after a brief pause, she continues.
O Lady Tefnut. She who masters the tides, damn you. Thank you, for your days of rain, quenching our thirsts, and washing our sins. basking in the light, sweat clinging to her brows, a rage in her heart and a lump in her throat. racharra pushes it all down with a sigh. her head lowers again, pious to the gods indifferent to the plight of mortals.