Zyphire
Legacy Name: Zyphire

(Zyphire)

Decorated in fine gold jewelry and precious gems, her tanned olive skin was beautifully complimented by a sea-foam silk clothing breezed on her body. It was almost see-through, and she never wore undergarments and always showed more skin than necessary. Her hair was almost to her tailbone and seemed to be kissed by a sea breeze. It was ridiculous in ringlet curls and light blonde. She stood about 6'0'' with a slim figure. Her large hips swayed with every walk and she graced every step. She moved like seaweed in the water, delicate and changing. Her breasts were fine-sized and she made sure to always broadcast them.

Zyphire's face was delicate and pudge-free from any baby fat. Her high-cheek bones slid down her face. Her nose was long and button-like and she had large-almond blue eyes with prominent eyelashes. She wore thick eyeliner that showcased her sky-blue irises. Her lips were plump and glossed. She looked like an ancient Greek statue, waiting for apprising.

Zyphire's personality was shown by how she walked. She entered the room very bluntly, making sure the attention was on her. She knew exactly what to do, to make the men gawk and make the women angry. She tasted like summer, short and sweet and, gone in an instant. She had no interest in most people and decided quickly when her time was being wasted. She was powerful in her body, and even her words. Zyphire was mysterious and enduring, always creating new ways to dress. No one truly knew her, and that was their true nature of herself. Like the sea, calm and then brash. Pulling back, and pushing forward. She was a hurricane and no one knew where she would land.

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The sun was tinted through the stained glass windows. The light drifted in calmly and covered the rooms in vast ominous dust of hues. The walls were painted a deep red and had veins of purple in it. The streams of sunlight entering the room through the cracked window were wrapped around with dust and smoke from the burning aromas. The walls were accented with gold and copper and the floor was made of marble and covered in red tapestry rugs. Burning incense and myrrh drifted through the room and covered the smell of anything else. There was a buzz of activity outside in the ground below, with vast markets of buying and selling, people coming and going which one could faintly hear over the ten-story room. Woven baskets of spices and dried fruits were lying on the floor near her bed, which was draped in purple, gold, and many pillows.

Wax candles were laid on wooden shelves around the room, lit and dripping onto the brass holders they were placed in. Dried flower petals floated around the floor and breezed around with any sense of movement. The cracked window brought in a slight breeze that blew the purple curtains up and a waft of fruit and spices from the bowl of apples near the bed. Zyphire bought them for the smell, not the taste.

Zyphire drifted in smoothly and with a rhythmic intro to her room through the arched doorway, which was carved with enteric patterns. Her bare feet touched the cold marble floor, and with each step was a tingling sound of the jewelry she wore. She decided to take herself over to her bed and precisely flop on top of it which sent a gust of feathers from her pillows into the air.

She threw her hands up and laid them above her head and her jewelry chimed, "I think you may be the only one that will ever know me and the bad months are coming for our sanity soon, so here’s a recall of that night at the top of the waterfall." She began to throw her pillows on the marble floor and toss the bedsheets around.

"Oh really? Do tell me more." Mafdet inquired from the other room.

Zyphire rolled over on her side facing the doorway and balanced her head on her hand, her blonde wavy hair was messy in front of her face. She used her other hand to push it back, and she added,"I don’t sleep unless I imagine an exaggerated more heavenly view of these memories." her inviting voice rang over.

The sky began to blossom from yellow, orange, and gold, then to red before fading into the night with silhouetted trees against the fabricated colors.

Mafdet's walked into Zyphire's chamber and sat on the bed next to her. She leaned in to kiss her on the lips, "You're drunk." she pulled away from the smell of wine on her tongue.

Offended by the mark, Zyphire pushed Mafdet so far away, that she had to get up from the bed, "No, I'm not!" she huffed.

Mafdet crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at the remark, she swayed her hips. "Uh-huh, sure." she noted the empty wine bottle on the window ledge, "I'm sure that became empty itself, no?"

Zyphire turned in the other direction, "I have no indication of what you're talking about!", and without any power to keep herself up, her head dropped to the pillows.

Mafdet shook her head in disbelief, "So… you have no indication you have a council meeting with some of the other Philosopher Kings and Queens about local trading?"

Zyphire shot up like a daisy in spring, "A what?!" her feet threw the covers right off her bed as she stumbled to gain friction on the floor, but failed miserably. The bedsheets slipped from under her feet but before she could smash herself, Mafdet caught her.

The heaviness in her deadweight made Mafdet dip lower and struggle as she helped Zyphire stand to her feet. Even though Mafdet was very muscular and a highly skilled fighter, having a drunk girlfriend is a battle all on its own. With more meetings drawing near and the reelection for a Philosopher Queen or King for New Egypt was right around the corner, it put Zyphire in an endless panic. Her reckless behavior annoyed Mafdet, because it seemed like she was the one running the city.

"I'll sit with you and help you," she stated to calm Zyphire as she regained her balance and wobbled.

She looked reassured, "Are you sure? You don't have to…" she danced her fingers on Mafdet's shoulder up to her ear.

Mafdet rolled her eyes, the last words, meaning, of course, she had to, "I think it'd be for the best." she swatted her hand out of the way which earned a disgusted look on Zyphire's face.

Mafdet guided Zyphire to her bed and went to grab a goblet of water from the pitcher that was placed on a golden desk near the window. She poured a helping glass and brought it over, "Drink at least three." as she forcefully handed it Zyphire, noting she had no choice. "You at least have to have some kind of sobriety, even if it is half-assed." Mafdet waited.

Zyphire gulped and handed the goblet back, indicating to pour another. Once the last drop was finished on the third, they headed out the door. Mafdet closed her eyes and prayed to Horus for some guidance for this meeting.