It was a day much like the rest. It began sunny, it peaked sunny, and it ended sunny. Not to Nerfertari's dissatisfaction. She preferred the sun over the rain. The rain made her feel sluggy and moldy. She could feel it between her bones. The lotion her people made for her and helped apply to her was soothing. Cold. But without all the nasty freezing that went along with the cold. It might be better for a corpse to remain cold, but she still didn't like it. Soothing creams made from remedial herbs and plants, that was the only way to live as she was.
The Egyptian Queen stepped down from one of the temples that littered her kingdom, all built at strategic areas of the desert. Worship was once a day, mandatory. For her, this was no exception, however she took advantage of her position to visit the temples on her own time. Worship was a private matter for her. Given this second chance to do things right made her feel blessed indeed and she didn't want anyone else around while she thanked the Gods who had made it possible. Or, really, God. There was only one who could have done this.
Anubis, the God of the Dead. At least, who she recognized as the God of the Dead.
The food she had offered the statue was still between her teeth. Since she needed no nourishment, she tossed it to the side to allow the flock of birds there to feast upon it. So long as someone ate it, it wasn't gone to waste.
Now, what should she dedicate the rest of her day to? The herd was still small and didn't need a lot of guidance from her, yet. The most trouble that came her way was from her children. So many different personalities that spawned from two beings of the same. How strange. Perhaps she should dedicate the day to them. A few of them needed some serious training before she would consider them worthy of any rewards or pride.
And just as if her wish was made real, a set of golden horns came into view, sitting on top of a head belonging to a body that was neither mother's.
"Nefertiri!" the older mare shouted, noticing with satisfaction the combination jump of fright and the cringe at being called by the disliked version of her name. "What is it you are doing this way at this time of day?"
