Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

"Good night."

Rameses went to the farrier's stand in the market, took his horse, and went home.

((who or what is Peresia?))

(((hell if i know)))

Zafira felt aweful. She felt like she had stabbed Rameses in the back. It was late when she reached home. She walked in to find Dumi had fell asleep working. She got a blanket and covered him. "Night, master." she said heading to her room.

Rameses nimbly scaled up the outside of his house and lay on the roof, staring up into the endless night sky.

The next morning Zafira woke up. She could here Dumi walking around. It sounded like he was working hard. She got up to see if she could help.

The next morning, Rameses was busy hunting down an escaped sheep. He followed a set of tracks five miles into the desert before he found the little fellow. Fortunately, the sun had barely started its daily trek across the sky, and it was still relatively cool outside.

*who is Peresia? I saw it in a post so I thought it mattered.*
"See ya Rameses. I can walk you home at least," said Yuma as she smiled when the farrier finished with the horse.

((that was made by a person who isn't even in the game...)) ((and it's the next morning))

(Hate to tell everyone but you literally can't leave until the pharoah wants you to. He could have you all killed if he wanted...)

((who's going where?))

Dumi buzzed about. "I'll be a better pharoah he says." Dumi huffs as his hurricane pace takes him around the room. He glances up from many scrools on his desk. "Zafira, I idn't hear you get up. You may have the day off. I have too much work to worry about keeping you busy." he smiled at his joke.

Zafira nodded. "Thank you, Master."

Dumi frowned. "Call me Dumi, please." he said going back to work.

Zafira decided to visit the market place. She had a little bit of money and wanted to see what all they had, even if she didn't buy anything. She weaved threw the crowd.

Rameses went to his stable and took a horse out of the end stall. It wasn't his, just a scrawny old nag he had found wandering in the desert, half dead from dehydration. He wanted to take it to the market to see if anyone knew it, or if somebody would buy it.

At the market, a middle-class man approached him. "This is my horse, I lost him a few days ago." Rameses handed him the leadrope and went to look around in the market for a while.

Zafira was looking at some jewelry. She decided to back up to see it beeeter, when she bumped into someone. She didn't have time to say she was sorry, before he knocked her down. He went to try again but his hand was caught.

Naqada walked over and steped between the two...

"There is no need for this."

Naqada reached down to help Zafira up.

"Are you alright?" He asked, keeping his hooded cloak on, trying to mask his identity.

Zafira shook it off. She kept her eyes lowered. "Um, thank you." She said blushing slighty. It quickly faded. "But why did you do that."

Yuma left the temple early with a list and saw a hooded man wandering the streets. Totally out of curiousity she followed him until she saw him break up a fight. When Zafira fell she gasped and ran over to see if she could help.

Zafira smiled faintly at Yuma. "I'm fine thanks to this nice man."

Do you need anything at all?" asked Yuma worried.

Zafira shook her head. "I should have been more careful. I am not a more respected person. I deserved the blow."

"You deserved nothing. Why do you degrate yourself? What's your name?"

Zafira looked shocked. "Zafira." she said blinking.