ashait was no priestess; nor did she possess a singer's voice.

this was well. she did not need to be anything other than what she was- an eye of Ra, the protector of this manifestation of His power.

in accord, she remained; coiled about the young goddess, head lifted, hood flared, a challenge to any enemy that might seek to bar their path. if they looked upon her, none were so bold as to try. the Divine reached to them; the Field of Reeds parted. the light rose and Neferseba's people with it.

the oryx, most quickly, as befitting the shield of the goddess...and a man, she thought more amusedly, with a skull as thick as his. the wolves, then, one by one. her goddess' voice lifted, and the lion with it, until they had all found their feet.

she looked upon this new land and scented the air.