Delicate leather sandals protected the roughened soles of her feet as Neithotep walked down one of the long plankways in the port of Cairo, a white kalasiris playfully fluttering behind her in the breeze. The Nile was calm today, gently lapping at the shore with hardly a ripple. The sounds of bird calls overhead had Nia tilting her neck back to look, smiling as a pair of grebes darted after each other in hot pursuit. Overall, it was a peaceful, pleasant day that lifted her heart and spirits alike, especially in the wake of her last rather… tempestuous affair ending.
The only way it could have been better was if her mother hadn’t insisted on accompanying her.
Nia had announced she was going to the port to watch the ships come and go, in desperate need of a jaunt outside especially after the last couple days of unexpected rain. She thought she’d go mad if she had to spend one more hour cooped up indoors and as soon as the sun had broken the horizon with nary a cloud in sight… The woman was dressed and ready to go, pushing through the door with a hasty farewell as she sought to flee the attentions of her parents.
Unfortunately for her, Iaheru apparently had different plans, following her just as soon as she had left. Why her mother was intent on coming with her, Nia had no idea, but she couldn’t outright refuse her, either. She was her mother, after all, and if she was going to tag along, there wasn’t much she could do to stop her. Perhaps she was just as stir-crazy as her daughter. Or perhaps she had some hidden motive that was going to be revealed once they reached their destination. Who knew? Either way, she was stuck with her, whether she liked it or not, so she might as well make the most out of it.
Surprisingly enough, their walk had been rather serene, which only made Nia suspicious. Iaheru had never been the “quality time” type of mother, at least not with her. Was she truly here just to spend time with her oft-ignored daughter? Was she trying to make sure her fanciful child didn’t hop on one of the ships in her absence? Or was it something else entirely? Whatever it was, Neithotep couldn’t help but be uneasy and was just waiting for the inevitable thing she didn’t want to hear.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” Nia asked her mother as they approached the end of the dock, desperate to fill the uncharacteristic quiet with something. Turning to watch the water, she eyed one of the ships nearby, one that was clearly not an Egyptian vessel. At least judging from those that surrounded it. Greek, maybe? Somewhere else? It wasn’t like she knew much about such things.
She turned her attention back to Iaheru, dark eyes considering. “Though I didn’t think you much liked the port. I guess I never asked."
Iaheru H'Sheifa Lukos of Magnemea
The only way it could have been better was if her mother hadn’t insisted on accompanying her.
Nia had announced she was going to the port to watch the ships come and go, in desperate need of a jaunt outside especially after the last couple days of unexpected rain. She thought she’d go mad if she had to spend one more hour cooped up indoors and as soon as the sun had broken the horizon with nary a cloud in sight… The woman was dressed and ready to go, pushing through the door with a hasty farewell as she sought to flee the attentions of her parents.
Unfortunately for her, Iaheru apparently had different plans, following her just as soon as she had left. Why her mother was intent on coming with her, Nia had no idea, but she couldn’t outright refuse her, either. She was her mother, after all, and if she was going to tag along, there wasn’t much she could do to stop her. Perhaps she was just as stir-crazy as her daughter. Or perhaps she had some hidden motive that was going to be revealed once they reached their destination. Who knew? Either way, she was stuck with her, whether she liked it or not, so she might as well make the most out of it.
Surprisingly enough, their walk had been rather serene, which only made Nia suspicious. Iaheru had never been the “quality time” type of mother, at least not with her. Was she truly here just to spend time with her oft-ignored daughter? Was she trying to make sure her fanciful child didn’t hop on one of the ships in her absence? Or was it something else entirely? Whatever it was, Neithotep couldn’t help but be uneasy and was just waiting for the inevitable thing she didn’t want to hear.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” Nia asked her mother as they approached the end of the dock, desperate to fill the uncharacteristic quiet with something. Turning to watch the water, she eyed one of the ships nearby, one that was clearly not an Egyptian vessel. At least judging from those that surrounded it. Greek, maybe? Somewhere else? It wasn’t like she knew much about such things.
She turned her attention back to Iaheru, dark eyes considering. “Though I didn’t think you much liked the port. I guess I never asked."
Iaheru H'Sheifa Lukos of Magnemea