phoenix rising spoke of rebirth. khaemwaset studied her for a long moment, noting the hue of her eyes and the way that she spoke of Osiris. a priestess them — perhaps an attendant of the God Himself? "i and my sister, queen ascendant satriya merneith — we will claim this place for the gods. our gods," he added, encompassing phoenix rising in that statement.
how funny were the powerful ones, to bring together their land. "walk with me," khaemwaset invited, though it held far more an air of command.
"you said 'in this life,'" observed the young pharaoh as the sands inched beneath their paws. "have you traveled to the House of the Dead?" he was introspectively excited; a follower of Osiris would add some level of adulation to a kingdom he already envisioned as quite grand.
those who knew the ways of the underworld, embalming, which amulets to place in one's burial chamber — he thought of these things as he thought of the future. a ruler of the sands considered what might come after his death.
to many others this might seen morbid; to khaemwaset, it had been his natal way of life.
an opener of the mouth; a guider of the way; yes, his attentions settled more closely upon this phoenix.
he found liking in her name as well, turning it like a jewel in his mind.
khaemwaset thought of the red palace, the lotus halls, the oasis gemstones — this place must draw upon all that legacy, and more.