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Sanura

The Cream Feli
Owner: Copper

Age: 3 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: January 21st, 2021

Adopted: 3 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 21st, 2021

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 2
   
• Books Read: 2
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

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Oh, you know I have seen
A sky without sun
A man with no nation
Saints, captive in chains
A song with no name for lack of imagination

And I have seen
Darker than ebony
And now it seems, that I
Without your eyes could never be

The interior of the palace was quiet at this hour. Morning business had concluded and visitors had been sent on their way. Sanura passed only familiar faces as she made her way toward the library. She returned smiles and greetings when they were offered but could not stop for idle conversation. Armed with a basket of bread and fruit she was a woman on a mission – a mission given to her by none other than the Pharaoh himself. It went without saying that she had no time for catching up on the latest hot topics today. No doubt Nafrini would fill her in tomorrow the first chance she got. There was little that went on in the palace that the washer woman did not know about. The amount of intimate details she could gather on short notice about even the most obscure gossip was a bit frightening. Impressive, though. Maybe the Sacred Guardians could find use for such talents.

Then again, maybe some of the Guardians needed more work to do instead of less.

Sanura heard Seth before she saw him. He was complaining again – how surprising. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes she slowed her pace and worked to control her expression. It was better to feign indifference when the head of palace security was in a sour mood than to add more fuel to the fire. She rounded the corner to find the library doors had been left ajar, allowing her to catch more snippets of his grousing along with hints of a second voice. He had a captive audience, did he? Of course he did. Shifting the basket beneath one arm she squared her shoulders and nudged one of the doors fully open with a touch more force than necessary. The bonk it made when it bounced into the wall stalled Seth's rant mid sentence. He whipped around to stare at the source of the interruption and she met his scowl with a falsely sheepish grin.

“My sincerest apologies for the intrusion.” The apology was every bit as fake as her smile and the way Seth's frown deepened told her that he knew it. Peering past him she spied Mahaad standing on the other side of the table, his jaw tight with frustration. A map of the delta was spread between them, its corners held down by clay weights.

“What do you want?” She felt the weight of Seth's glare follow her as she walked to another table piled high with scrolls. Ignoring him, Sanura set the basket down in the one clear space left and made an exaggerated show of rubbing her shoulder as if she had been carrying bricks instead.

“I was sent on an errand by the Pharaoh,” she answered before turning around, arms folded across her chest as she leaned against the table. Something flickered through the priest's expression and his glower wavered for the briefest second. Before he could rally again she continued. “He was very specific in his wording that I was to remain here until I saw the errand completed, which it is not. You may take the matter up with him if you object.”

Seth's glower persisted, his gaze flicking between her and his fellow Guardian. Clearly whatever he had been making such a fuss about was not something he wanted her to overhear. Finally, he grit his teeth and turned on his heel, cape swirling behind him with a flourish. “We will discuss this more later,” he growled at Mahaad, then stormed from the room. The door slammed behind him.

“Dramatic exit,” Sanura said into the ensuing silence. Mahaad sighed and removed the weights from the map, letting it roll into a loose scroll.

“You shouldn't antagonize him,” he muttered while rolling the map tighter and tying it closed.

“I wasn't antagonizing him. I only told him where he could direct his complaints,” she countered, studying him as he returned the map to its place on a shelf. The tense set of his shoulders betrayed his agitation and she felt her own annoyance flare hotter in response. No one could test Mahaad's patience quite like Seth and interactions between them tended to leave him stressed and worked up for several hours afterward. She hated it, but there was nothing she could do about it either. It fell under Court matters, and it was something for the Pharaoh to intervene in if he saw fit to do so. Maybe she could convince Teana to say something to him…

“That counts as antagonizing.” Mahaad joined her at the table once his hands were free. For a long moment he said nothing, his face unreadable as he stared down at her. Slouched as she was she barely came up to his shoulder. Hoping to soothe some of his irritation she reached up and cupped his face between her hands. Bit by bit he relaxed, eyes closing as she gently rubbed her thumbs beneath them. Breathing out a long, steadying sigh he pressed his forehead to hers, the golden disc of his headdress cool against her skin. Part of her ached to pull him closer into a proper embrace but he was wearing the Ring. He would never abide her touching it.

“If that is so, my only regret is that the door did not hit him when I opened it.” The joke earned her a low chuckle before he pulled away, pausing only to bestow a fond kiss to her brow. The chaste gesture of affection distracted her for a few seconds, long enough for him to grab another scroll and settle himself on the stool beside the table. She blinked once, twice, then remembered what she had been sent to do in the first place. Reaching over she plucked the document from his fingers and swatted them away when he made to grab for it again. “Ah, no. I actually was sent here on an errand by the Pharaoh. One that pertains to you.”

“Me?” The confusion in his voice was genuine. Sanura hummed an affirmative and patted the basket beside her, carefully tossing the scroll onto the pile with the others. She caught a glimpse of the runic language of magicians as it fell, an elegant script but one entirely indecipherable to her . Mahaad frowned and eyed the basket with some level of suspicion.

“I was told to make sure that you eat lunch today, and I am not to leave until you have done so.”

“I don't need supervision...” He opened the basket and poked around at the offerings it held, looking none too impressed. Whether that was because of the food options or because she had been ordered to ensure he ate something she could not say.

“A little bird tattled and said that you did not eat lunch the last three days and instead spent time studying the tomes again. Pharaoh thought that this was the more… diplomatic answer. You wouldn't turn down the chance to eat lunch with your wife, would you?” She pouted and gave him the saddest look she could muster without dissolving into laughter. He had the grace to look chastened while breaking the bread loaf in half and pulling out the jar of honey.

“Little bird, huh? I wonder who that could be...”

“I do wonder. A little bird that has a bad habit of forgetting her spells, maybe?” Now openly grinning Sanura jumped to her feet. The many charms decorating her clothing jangled with the movement. Before Mahaad could react she yanked the headdress off his head and danced out of arm's reach. “Your headdress is off, which means that you are incapable of doing any work or study. Those are the rules!”

“I am quite certain that those are not the rules. I have never heard of those rules.” Mahaad was scowling as he stood but there was a gleam of good humor in his eyes. Sanura laughed and skipped another few steps away.

“Pharaoh granted me the power to make the rules when he told me to do whatever it takes to make sure you remember to eat. As I told Seth, you are free to take your complaints to him. If you want your headdress back you know what you must do.”

“Now who is the one being dramatic?”

Her husband's easy smirk almost made up for him comparing her antics to Seth's recent departure. Almost.

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