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forward dating by several days! 9/12 for Neferseba, crew welcome to join! no posting order

Sapair stopped on the brink of the last sheer cliff. He stood shoulder-to-hull with a line of dancing white pines and saw down into a foreign coast of dimly-lit black sand.
Nothing here might secure the intrigue of neighboring realms. Jodai unslung his grimace.
There was no prospect of returning to Pharaoh with not but a fur.

it was beautiful here! so different than the Shimmering Sands, the Redsands, Ta Senet—no sand underfoot, only emerald and lavender as far as her eye could see! soon, their entire camp would set off—but for now, they were settling in. each were buried with much—what came with Neferseba was near everyone and everything within the pyramid they had prayed within!
mother convened with father, and Neferseba was placed with her language tutor, well-taught in near every tongue. the voice of her instructor was musical, each intonation its own little song. it was, Neferseba decided, very pretty—and the Amiirad, unwittingly, began to mimic the woman’s melodic inflection.
movement in her peripheral—the tutors singular mistake was to instruct her in the open, where the (then) easily distracted girl swiftly lost focus. but a Mazoi had spotted a stranger—the first they had come across, here! the Amiirad perked up, peering to her mother, who only nodded to set the warriors in motion to escort him to the two Pharaohs, looking divine beneath the lavender willows that framed them perfectly—no doubt the tree itself was influenced by the fellahin!
no words were said—all moved to unspoken direction, and then Neferseba was between her Divine Parents! the jeweled collar around her throat rustled, and the mink furs around her shoulders were adjusted to drape in neat symmetry.
no fear was known to her yet—only excitement. and as for her parents, well, there was no way of knowing what they felt in times such as these—she thought to peer back, but she could veritably feel the warm gaze of her mother that wanted only for stillness, then. Neferseba did not so much as shift her weight as she looked on ahead—but she could not withhold her smile.

Skill - Guardian 1/5

Nakhtmin cantered to the demands of his Pharaohs. A stranger could be many things — news, trade, friend... or foe. But a foolish foe it would be to challenge the might of their contingent!

Gold-banded saber-horns tossed high glinted in the light of dawn, the promise in them plain. He snorted a warning through his nose as he approached, dark eyes narrow with suspicion, bright with cunning. Many saw an Oryx and thought of a feast. Many had been proven wrong at the point of his spears. None would threaten his sacred charge while he yet drew breath. Better his fierceness discouraged any testing.

Name yourself, stranger, for you approach gods! He demanded, jeweled accoutrements proving more importance to him than a raving herdbeast, Bow swiftly to the might of Pharaoh.

Directed, he was, by the tines of what could only be assumed was a sacrificial beast. He required no order nor introduction to know who it was he stood before, and swept his nose to the fine grained sand at their paws, only rising again when he was bid to do so.
“Pharaoh Isetnofret. Semer-wati Rashepses. Divine amiirad.”
Now it seemed the captain could attest to the rumors circling the riverlands. She was a great beauty, and as his eyes took in the gentle refinement he felt a sudden sickness that it was into the arms of Shepseskare’s cruelest brat she was drawn.
He knew well what lingering would earn him from Rashepses.
“You look in good health, Great Ones.” His eyes shift then to the small princess, stood well and safe between. Another exquisite, gilt divine.
“It is fortuitous that Pharaoh Khaemwaset of Satriya sent his jodai to this coast.” An edging look cast in the direction of Isetnofret’s movable feast.

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first half, Toula! differentiated through HR breaks!

a look of gratitude was passed to the horned Mazoi—each action rewarded her own thought process that he was, above the rest, worthy of protecting their precious daughter in these lands. direct, without fear—and she had seen his own power and prowess! woe unto any who underestimated him—it would be their downfall.
her husband recognized the man—it softened her, some, in her reception of him. and then he spoke the name of their son—oh! the light of Ra Himself shone through her, tempered to warm and not to burn. rapturous laughter came from Her throat, and Toula looked with pride to her Divine Husband. Pharaoh! she echoes with great pride and pleasure—reborn again, claiming the places in which his parents could not, for though They wandered between the two planes They belonged to the other.
search parties had been sent—no doubt by their son, too, if he had caught wind of Their arrival. she caught the second look to Their guard, and she looked to the capable Mazoi. he is the Mazoi of your Amiirad. you may tempt fate, if you wish it—it would be a mistake to, she forewarns. the Mazoi was more than capable of proving such a thing—an ear twitch advised he remain at the ready. but he was protected by the Gods, and the warning was made clear.
her voice remained warm, joyful—their prince was alive. he had journeyed far, and now he was Pharaoh. before they returned, they would see him!

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the princess remained still, the picture of perfection between her Divine parents. her gaze turned proudly upon the Mazoi when he was regarded, then turned suspicious when they shifted back to the stranger. a familiar stranger, apparently—when her mother made mention of her, another fellahin introduced her by her names and titles, few in comparison to her parents many! that would change, here, surely.
but her brother—he was here! excitement pierced the veil of well taught stoicism, now it was Satiset that also beamed beneath the warm light of Pharaoh that was contagious as it spread. no rebuke was provided as Satiset shifted and smiled, too, a mirror of her mother in her brightness then.

Osiris was a simple man; he obeyed his orders, he was devout in his prayers to the Gods, he tended every whim of his Lady, and thus he lived a good life. He did not reach for things not meant for him, only eyed the glittering world of jewels and comfort with envy best left from the minds of mere servants. Contradictorily, he felt both out of place in this wealthy world those like him kept moving smoothly and as if he belonged in it's bustle and hardships. He'd always known growing up and training that the things his father expected from him just didn't match him, but Divine Toula helped him fit into a better path. He was happy now simply helping the sweet Princess -Goddess in training- grow up. He was happy to keep her smiling, keep her pelt soft and her bed warm, keep her stomach full and thirst satiated. Whatever she needed, he was there to procure or entertain or simply to fill the silence.

Osiris was a simple man, but like anyone else, he longed still for more. Like so many others, he willed away such fanciful dreams.

Where the Amiirad waltzed, Osiris skipped behind; a melodic, brilliant shadow in her wake, always. A soft hum lilted in his throat, quieted only as the shout of the guard rang true. Osiris moved loosely to stand a little closer to the princess, his expected role of protector never truly forgotten... but for naught. It was not a stranger the Divine party approached, but someone known to the young Pharaoh of his own Divine One's creation. Hearing the good news, seeing madam Toula and little Satiset so brightened, made his heart soar; would they go, then, to visit this Satriya? Spreading the might of the royal family could only mean celebration was in order, no? He would be sure to keep an eye out for any such special things like gifts or items that might be turned into baubles to litter the royals pelts. Perhaps even, depending how far they were from these new divine lands, keeping an eye out for some special piece of prey they might be thanked for bringing along.

The lions tail curled high in pleasure, tip flicking once, and though he didn't dare comment aloud a happy little chuff left him and the song returned to his throat.

Skill - Berserker 2/5

It was, most probably, poor manners to slay the envoy of a Pharaoh. Or even wound them severely — permission of a goddess or not. Nevertheless Nakhtmin grinned at the grizzled wolf, straightening with quiver of flank to display his might beside the gathered divinity.

Hmm. It is fortuitous for you that we meet as allies, jodai. His voice rumbled with the boasting of a bull, for it would do his pride and ancestors well to intimidate a rival without even coming to blows. But if it is convincing you need, my spears will meet your fangs readily!

A lion, next. This was turning into quite the ridiculous-looking menagerie. Hot eyes would not again meet the sun-gaze of Pharaoh Rashepses, but Sapair wondered if this motley parade was his idea of divine presence.
Nevertheless…
“There will be plenty of time for sparring, oryx, when we have returned to camp Satriya.” The inferior creature is spared even less of a look. Below, the little princess wore her mother and sister's brightness. Sapair returned his gaze to Toula, that startling beauty. “Pharaoh Khaemwaset has received your message. He and Queen Merneith eagerly await your arrival, Holy Ones.”