July 19, 2022, 08:42 PM
it was a lot.
even though she was privy to every aspect of the set-up, the organization, and the plan of it all; even though it wasn't her mother that had died; even though the long-dead fellahin was to be carried by nazli and her brother, together, nazli had not expected... the weight.
the body was light, of course. it was dried and old. she had to be careful as she carried it in the procession, and watched her brother's pace so that she could match; it was easier that way, given his blindness. it was like carrying a pile of dried leaves.
the bindings held. nazli took care to lower maggie to where the crushed flowers sat in the earth, while the pharaoh sang. the queen, the fellahin to serve her.
the evening ended after the mourning, the songs, the crying, the dying of the light - and nazli wondered if she would be given such a beautiful procession if she were to die.
it was just as well; she had not slept much, and soon would be departing with makono.
ramesses spoke to the princess. at makono's side was nazli, who eyed the guard, and saw a grim look cross his already boorish face.
when they departed nazli was hasty to follow. she did not like the look of glaukos; she did not trust the road before them, or the man to guide them, and remembred what she'd said to the princess. to be her eyes and ears, to speak only with her.
she felt the urge to look back in case zakariya was there to see her off, but did not. he was no doubt busy with tavina - and besides, nazli's focus was appropriately aligned with her duty. they would be at this place, mereo, soon enough.
even though she was privy to every aspect of the set-up, the organization, and the plan of it all; even though it wasn't her mother that had died; even though the long-dead fellahin was to be carried by nazli and her brother, together, nazli had not expected... the weight.
the body was light, of course. it was dried and old. she had to be careful as she carried it in the procession, and watched her brother's pace so that she could match; it was easier that way, given his blindness. it was like carrying a pile of dried leaves.
the bindings held. nazli took care to lower maggie to where the crushed flowers sat in the earth, while the pharaoh sang. the queen, the fellahin to serve her.
goodbye, my love.
the evening ended after the mourning, the songs, the crying, the dying of the light - and nazli wondered if she would be given such a beautiful procession if she were to die.
bring food,the pharaoh ordered. nazli was dark-eyed, tired, but she knew her place. she was not alone with the order and was slower than the others; but she went, and was soon dismissed by one of the older attendants who was faster than her.
it was just as well; she had not slept much, and soon would be departing with makono.
ramesses spoke to the princess. at makono's side was nazli, who eyed the guard, and saw a grim look cross his already boorish face.
when they departed nazli was hasty to follow. she did not like the look of glaukos; she did not trust the road before them, or the man to guide them, and remembred what she'd said to the princess. to be her eyes and ears, to speak only with her.
she felt the urge to look back in case zakariya was there to see her off, but did not. he was no doubt busy with tavina - and besides, nazli's focus was appropriately aligned with her duty. they would be at this place, mereo, soon enough.
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winged sun - by Ramesses - July 19, 2022, 08:00 PM
RE: winged sun - by Treva - July 19, 2022, 08:31 PM
RE: winged sun - by Nazli - July 19, 2022, 08:42 PM
RE: winged sun - by Toula - July 20, 2022, 08:47 AM
RE: winged sun - by Makono - July 20, 2022, 12:55 PM
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