11/10/2025, 6:23 PM
sitamun hoped, in time, that mekh would recover the gracefulness she saw in him already. for his rescue he was filled with gratitude, and no doubt pharaoh would be pleased. but there was more to all than their worst. in satriya, sitamun believed in his convalescence. setemhotep occupied one of the spaces underlaid with grass, branches curled into archways overhead. here she intended to help the newcomer sit, resting upon the small pile of simple skins he would find there. attention shifted to the physician. he was scented with herbs which was comforting in its familiarity, but sitamun did not quite like the look of him.
to be a priestess was to be trained also as scribe.
as sitamun spoke, she began to move, eye casting for moss, mind forming a pathway to water.
sesh. this is mekh.those thin lines of tension in the energies of the other were something she felt only knowledge of him endowed her to know, and she worried. but worry must be held another time.
he found me while i was at prayers to Nepthys, that She might intercede with Set on behalf of Khonsu. he spoke of the Great Defender and of Shu.
to be a priestess was to be trained also as scribe.
he was once a gift to pharaoh seti of kemet. there is no doubt within me that he is to stay, but as you can see, he is not well.
as sitamun spoke, she began to move, eye casting for moss, mind forming a pathway to water.
i believe he should be whole before he is seen by pharaoh.
