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Give Your Firelight In My Path - Setemhotep - 12/15/2025
Hoping for Khaemwaset and/or Merneith but others welcome to be around!
I feel pretty sure Hotep would have already told the pair about everything except the dream with Osiris, but by the time some threads finished they were fairly old and even more had happened so things got a bit lost in the shuffle :'D Up to you how much you want the leaders know ahead of this, or even believe, though!
I feel pretty sure Hotep would have already told the pair about everything except the dream with Osiris, but by the time some threads finished they were fairly old and even more had happened so things got a bit lost in the shuffle :'D Up to you how much you want the leaders know ahead of this, or even believe, though!
For many nights, Hotep had pondered his dream and the strange gift of Osiris within it. Foremostly, but then also the red blood of Khonsu in the sky, the sick rot of Apep's venom in the fog, the hieroglyphs hidden in ocean waves, and the vision — the lifting of him to some new place, where he spoke with strangers and had been given a blessing.
The last was true, purest magic, Hotep knew. For he kept the seed now in the little nest his dormouse friend Rakhufu had woven, safe from prying eyes and greedy scavengers. The rest had been sent to bloom in better climes, but of their success, he had received no word and so knew nothing. The fate of them could not go on, undetermined.
And, frankly, neither could the fate of Hotep.
Signs and prophecies, omens, offerings. He walked between worlds, unsure of his place in either. Much time and incense had been spent these restless evenings, considering how to answer Osiris.
With Sitamun restored to waking world, and camp turning restless eyes back South in the aftermath of a tumultuous campaign, he thought he could stay this decision no longer. The revelation must be made known to those he served, here at this crossroads. And he must hope and pray that the Father of Horus moved his superiors, as well, to accept it. Setemhotep wished never to be caught between the will of two Divines again.
He bowed, and made his obeisances, and waited to be called to speak.
RE: Give Your Firelight In My Path - Khaemwaset - 12/16/2025
their time here had come to an end, and khaemwaset felt he was the most relieved of them all to turn for home. bundles were strengthened, riches packed. he sent double patrols ahead and twice as many scouts, taking his own turn upon a circle of the camp or to find a path through both the misted water and the walls of shale, the miles of haunted forest between they and the south.
pharaoh, in his fierce young haughtiness, swore to himself that it would be a rich length of time before he ever returned north again. once seated upon their proper thrones, he and merneith must set to the pleasant tasks which the gods would create for them with a spell, and bring forth the next generation of a lineage unchanged since its inception.
it was a solemn-faced but not soured Horus which received setemhotep. these days, indeed any day at all, but now for certain -- the young leader was never far from his queen and sister, leaning evermore upon her presence to soothe and determine him.
the golden eyes watched, the curve to the mouth welcomed, but khaemwaset said nothing.
pharaoh, in his fierce young haughtiness, swore to himself that it would be a rich length of time before he ever returned north again. once seated upon their proper thrones, he and merneith must set to the pleasant tasks which the gods would create for them with a spell, and bring forth the next generation of a lineage unchanged since its inception.
it was a solemn-faced but not soured Horus which received setemhotep. these days, indeed any day at all, but now for certain -- the young leader was never far from his queen and sister, leaning evermore upon her presence to soothe and determine him.
the golden eyes watched, the curve to the mouth welcomed, but khaemwaset said nothing.