Ancient Egypt: The Age of Magic discussion

((RP with approved characters only))

Pulling down the cloth that was covering his mouth, Rajab looked up and down the street with some awe. Though he was raised in a palace, he had rarely seen so many people in one place and it made the city so lively.

Amunet made sure her bright red shawl covered everything but her eyes and kept her head down so that she wouldn't accidentally make eye contact with anyone she would regret. Worming her way through the crowd she tried to make sure she didn't struggle or push, as the rest seemed to be doing. Her balance was lost as she was shoved into a man, one she didn't recognize, which usually meant he was a cheat merchant, or a thief, neither of which was pleasant.

Suddenly feeling someone shoved into him, Rajab whirled around and moved to catch the figure wrapped in a red shawl. "Excuse me, was I in your way?" he asked, helping right the person.

"Uhm no! I'm sorry." Amunet said quickly, she accidentally looked up at him, making eye contact with her blood red eyes. Looking down she stepped away from him as quickly as she could.

For a moment his eyes met hers and they were a peculiar, dark red color that caught him off guard more than any physical shove. Clearing his throat, he looked away politely. "No need to apologize. I suppose it was only a matter of time I ran into someone anyways," he commented, looking at the flow of people.

"I'm sure." Amunet checked her small, drawstring purse under the shawl, just to make sure nothing had disappeared in the crowd or with the man. She stole a glance at him again, he was rather attractive, maybe fun to toy with. "I haven't seen you around, have you been to our lovely capital before?" she asked smiling slightly.

"Not at all. I have only recently wandered here. Am I that out of place?" he asked, smiling slightly.

((Toy with? Rajab better watch out!:P))

((Mehehehehe. . . I'd toy with him too, he's cute! XD))

Amunet smiled wider and nodded "Indeed you are, you aren't Egyption, and you look so curious, like you've never seen your surroundings at the present." She didn't have to let him know that she wasn't technically Egyption either, but that wasn't important information.

((Haha, that's understandable.))

Folding his arms, Rajab gave a small laugh. "That is very true. Blending in used to be my forte, but now I'm out of my element." He thought back how often his siblings passed by him as if he were a ghost and then realized that his comment was a lie, remembering the order of assassination from his brother. "Well, almost blending in, that is."

"Almost blending in?" Amunet asked curiously "Now why would you want to do that?" She slipped her shawl back a little, revealing a wave of blue-black hair.

"For certain reasons," he said mysteriously, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth up. Though he didn't think his brother would chase him all the way here, Rajab didn't want to take any chances.

"As I said before curious." Amunet laughed quietly "I'm Amunet, and you curious newcomer?" she asked looking at him directly now.

"It is a pleasure, Amunet. I'm Rajab," he replied, giving a small bow despite the crowd around them.

"Nice name. One I do not recognize, where are you from Rajab?" Amunet asked, more wanting to know how he would answer than what the actual answer would be.

He smiled and gave a shrug at her compliment. "I'm not surprised, it isn't a type of name heard often in these parts. I hail from the distant Middle East, the land of djinn and sand."

"Djinn you say? I'd love to here of them. Walk with me?" Before Rajab could answer Amunet was already taking his arm and walking down the side of the street, where it was less crowded.

Surprised at her forwardness, Rajab was already walking along with her before his mind caught up. "Um, sure," he said, a moment too late and so he felt awkward. Clearing his throat as he regained his composure, Rajab asked, "Where are we headed?"

"No where, anywhere. . . " Amunet chuckled as they strolled. "Though at the moment this the direction of the palace, a beautiful thing if you have not seen it." She smiled under her the sheer covering the bottom half of her face.

"Indeed? I have not seen it, though I've heard it spoken of. Many people tell me it's one of the most beautiful places in the land," he commented, glancing down at her occasionally as they navigated through the streets.

"It is, but I believe it has seen better days." Amunet shrugged, not the most lady-like gesture but she didn't care. "Though it is still our pride and joy, it has a certain. . . Uniqueness to it." She nodded to the palace's outside wall as it began to come into their line of vision.

Looking over towards the palace, Rajab nodded in agreement. "Time brings character, to places and people," he said, oblivious how sagacious his words made him sound.

"Time. . ." Amunet said, more to herself than to him. She shook her head mentally and brought the smile back to her face. "Some people have too much character I think"

Rajab laughed. "Does that mean you are around too many wizened old folks?" he asked jokingly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You could say that. . . More like people who think they are wise." Amunet laughed, thinking of most of the Pharaoh's advisers and others like them.

"Ah, I see. Unfortunately there are too many people like that out there," he commented. "But then again, it is always entertaining to bring down their arrogance."

Amunet grinned "Indeed it is, wisdom is a virtue, arrogance is not." she looked down as another slave walked by, luckily they said nothing even though they would obviously recognize her, she dressed as more as a princess than a slave, but none of the men in the palace seemed to mind so she almost always wore the same red, making her very obvious to anyone who had met her.

"Yes, you're right about that," he agreed, thinking darkly of how his older brother didn't seem to understand that concept. Out of the corner of his eye Rajab noticed this behavior, but decided against pointing it out. It seemed to be her own personal business and so it wasn't his place to interfere. "So, you seem quite familiar with this city, are you a native?" he asked conversationally.

"Technically yes, I have lived here a very long time." Amunet looked from Rajab to the palace and back, she had lived there much longer than he realized, she still looked so young.

"And do you like it here?" Rajab asked, taking in the sights as he kept on walking with her. "It seems like quite an amazing city that everyone flocks towards."

"I do, I've never lived anywhere else though so I might be biased." Amunet said, she might have, but she was never allowed to move anywhere else, she was allowed to travel with whomever she was serving, but never live anywhere but the palace.

"Understandable." Rajab nodded, trying hard not to the think of his home. Though he wasn't close with anyone, it was still home to him. But now he was just making himself homesick and so, with a small shake of his head, he dispelled those thoughts. "What is your occupation?"

Amunet didn't answer right away, not wanting to lie, but not exactly wanting to tell the truth either. "I work in the palace." she said, with just a hint of a smile.

"Sounds prestigious," Rajab commented. He didn't question her further, thinking he detected something in her answer. He continued walking in silence at a lost as to what to do or say.

"And you?" Amunet asked, changing the subject without making it seem obvious.

"My occupation?" Rajab laughed and looked to the side, and though he was smiling, his eyes weren't. "I've never worked a day in my life, really. All I've done is use a sword, if you count that as work."

"I believe it is, not everyone can wield a sword." Amunet answered chuckling lightly. " I cannot, though I do hope to learn one day."

"Maybe I could teach you sometime," Rajab offered without thinking. Then he realized his mistake and he added, "That is, if I'm staying."

"Really?" Amunet asked happily "I would like that, and I would love for you to stay."

"I would like to stay, but I haven't made arrangement for residency," Rajab explained, smiling over at her.

"I could go with you to get a room at the inn, I know the owner, very nice man he is." Amunet suggested, a slight hum to her voice now.

Giving a nod, he smiled more widely. "Thank you for that offer. I must just take you up on that, if you're not too busy, of course."

"I'm not busy, in fact I won't be busy for the rest of the evening." Amunet grinned, happy that he agreed to stay.

"Then perhaps along with helping me find lodgings, can I impose on your service further to show me around the city?" He looked at her to make sure he wasn't asking too much, his kind eyes watching her carefully.

"Of course, though I must say besides the palace and the bazaar we don't have much." Amunet nodded cheerfully as they continued down the path toward the inn.

He chuckled. "That's all right. I don't want to take away too much out of your time. I would feel too selfish if I did that," Rajab commented.

"Selfish? I could never see someone the likes of you being selfish." She glanced up at him, her smile obviously reaching her eyes.

"Why, thank you," he said humbly, wondering to himself if she would say the same thing if he told her he was a prince. The title always changed the attitude towards him, despite doing his best to not conform to the identity of the arrogant prince.

"Here we are." Amunet gestured to the unremarkable building that was the city's inn, her free hand not leaving the ends of her shawl.

Looking up at it, Rajab nodded, thinking it was a perfect place to remain low. Fortunately, his brother was arrogant in assuming he would act like him. Turning to Amunet, Rajab asked with a tilt of his head, "I assume you have to go back to the palace soon?"