Seshafi had found her place. Living in Egypt, she had been reduced to life in a temple doing embroidery and raising cats. Womens work, priestess work. Even the daughter of the pharoh couldn't aspire to anything more then that. So she gathered her things, took a short raid of the armory, and left. Just outside of the palace she had found that one of the cats had followed her. It was the only cub alive from a litter of the Pharoh's hunting cats. She almost delivered it back inside, but the guard would be patrolling soon, and if they saw her, should would never have the chance to escape again. She swiftly scooped up the cub in her arms and ran.
Now that cub was fully gown and asleep next to her, it's fur beautifully spotted with large black splotches - so unlike the local cheetahs who wore their spots smaller and more numerous. His golden undercoat glittered in the sunlight, and his head was resting on her leg as she sat leaning against a tree. His name was Wakhakwi, and it was here amongst the tirbes of the plains that she found her place... And his as well. It was here that she learned the language of the drums, and awoke something long-sleeping in her loyal companion. Now they lived their lives how they chose, in peace and comfort.
But something had been stirring. The normally peaceful life had been disrupted with the rainy season. After months of the entire plains almost breaking out into war, the rains had finally come two days before... Only to bring more problems. The rain seemed to pummel the beautiful bond between herself and Wakhakwi into oblivion, and reducing Seshafi - a tough woman who considered herself more of a fighter then a Shaman - into nothing but a scared little girl. Even Wakhakwi panicked, and it seemed that his new-found voice was gone. Now, though they had been bound for only a year and Wakhakwi sat right next to her, Seshafi felt empty, like half of her had been ripped away... And she had an inkling feeling that the great cat felt the same.
So she traveled to the Holy Lands, as all the other shamans did, to pray to Elegua. There would be a council - though the Firstday was almost two weeks before - and they would try to solve the troubles brought with the rains. But in the middle of the day, the heat overwhemed Wakhakwi, so they rested in the shade of a tree... Thinking.
