Oh? A gentle quip, the smile on her lips dancing in her eyes, ones like the golden sands and deep blue sea around them.

For a moment he is only there, standing before her. Assessing her and she would stand still and embracing so, allowing his judgement to be set upon her. It was with her knowing that only the judgement of the gods truly mattered.

Then, as very long introduction indeed. The knowledge of his status spilling into knowing with the titles which he wore. And so very young he was, too! Horus-nebkhau. Her ears perked with this. A long royal linege. And then, his mother, Pharaoh? Further intrigue with the drawing back of her skull.

Blood of the gods run deep in you... Though she struggles to determine exactly what to call him by.

Then, as he asks of how she had come to know the gods, she would pause, as though trying to find the best way to explain. A lie would do her no good. She would not.

In this life, I am but their humble servant. Revived unto this world by Osiris' bidding, to follow the path which has been laid out for me. Would he ask of the life she had once lived? And if so, would he cast her out as an abomination? For she had not been led to the Field of Reeds, but instead meant to slumber until purpose was given to her once again.

I am the one called Phoenix Rising. For she had done just that. And bless the gods so!

She was not a woman to flaunt many titles, as humble she was. Even more so in this new life. Though she felt as if once before she had held many. Yet generations had since passed and these things had been lost to the heat of the desert.