Post by Evie on Nov 3, 2006 12:04:39 GMT -5
Nefertiri closed her eyes, pausing outside the shrine of Ma'at, goddess of justice. She inhaled the scent; the spices of wine, myrrh, kohl. The thunderous accord of voices swallowed up peaceful silence - it was midday, and the square was teeming with people, those selling wares, those buying. Charioteers, slave drivers, merchants.
She had just left the temple after morning prayer...to Ma'at. To give her justice, against Anck-Su-Namun. Guidance. She didn't trust the new concubine; the woman was too quiet, she smiled too much, too arrogant, too eager for the throne. And it was universally admitted in hushed undertones that she was not the most virtuous of creatures. Nefertiri didn't trust her loyalty to Seti for anything.
She only had hope to pray the gods would send some sort of retribution. She did not want her father to be made a fool of. Nefertiri blinked as the guttural snort of a bull startled her. She shook her head, sending jet black hair spilling olive shoulders. Nefertiri released the column wall she had been standing near, and made her way towards the long, busy wares. A glimpse of jade, ancient statues of the Orient. Carved from the rich green stone -
Nefertiri was intrigued, and she dismissively acknowledged the bowed heads and averted eyes when she walked past - some went so far as to drop to the ground. As they should. Her father was a god, and she, a god's heiress. Nefertiri ran tapered fingers over the carved, polished jade totems.
"Two of these. And that...that pendant." Of Horus.
She had just left the temple after morning prayer...to Ma'at. To give her justice, against Anck-Su-Namun. Guidance. She didn't trust the new concubine; the woman was too quiet, she smiled too much, too arrogant, too eager for the throne. And it was universally admitted in hushed undertones that she was not the most virtuous of creatures. Nefertiri didn't trust her loyalty to Seti for anything.
She only had hope to pray the gods would send some sort of retribution. She did not want her father to be made a fool of. Nefertiri blinked as the guttural snort of a bull startled her. She shook her head, sending jet black hair spilling olive shoulders. Nefertiri released the column wall she had been standing near, and made her way towards the long, busy wares. A glimpse of jade, ancient statues of the Orient. Carved from the rich green stone -
Nefertiri was intrigued, and she dismissively acknowledged the bowed heads and averted eyes when she walked past - some went so far as to drop to the ground. As they should. Her father was a god, and she, a god's heiress. Nefertiri ran tapered fingers over the carved, polished jade totems.
"Two of these. And that...that pendant." Of Horus.
