Luneshale Pass arrival

O Lord he comin!

Finally the time had come. The Lord had awaited when the moment was right for their Queen to leave the red keep with a closeted impatience. 

They were on the move now, the Queen shaded from the harsh rays of the sun by her Fellahin. Palms guarding her from the view of others all the same, until the moment was right. The Neb followed in step, out to the side, an eagerness quivering in his limbs. His sunburst eyes darted about, looking for any signs of danger as the Fellahin worked hard to keep their Queen shielded and safe. 

They arrived to the pass where the majority of her people had gathered and awaited. Naberius regarded them all, sweeping a look over the masses and landing to Thutmose, who made his presence known swift and sure. 

Then the veil was pulled. The Queen stood before them in both power and beauty. Naberius smiles at the view of her as she comes out into the light of day. It is not a look of wanting from Naberius, but one more of a familial sort. She has been decorated with a readiness for all to view- clay and charcoal smeared into patterns about her flanks and face. Feathers tangled into her into her pale fur. 

Naberius looked back then to the crowd, to see the reactions deep in their features. Now her Mazoi bowed- her Sesh- her Hem and Hemet, now, her Neb, as one front limb folds to his chest and the other slides outward and his gaze fluttering to the ivory sandstone and scale which he stood.