Ancient Egypt: The Age of Magic discussion

((RP with approved characters only))

Rajab quickly made arrangements with the innkeeper, then guided Amunet to a small corner that was more private so they could enjoy themselves in relevant sleep. Taking a seat opposite, he asked curiously, "What is your favorite food, Amunet?"

((Meeeehhhhh now I have to research Acient Egyption food! Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. . .))

"I couldn't be sure, Sakalans is very good. Have you tried it?" Amunet asked, slipping the shawl from her head completely. Her black hair, loose now, tumbled over her shoulders in waves, though the bottom half of her face was still covered with a sheer, flowing piece dark red material.

((Haha, sorry. I had to do the same when I was rping with Zac. :P))

"No, I haven't. My favorite dish is quzi. It's quite delicious," he answered before he looked up and his eyes met hers. Her pale face framed with raven black hair made her red eyes stand out in contrast and Rajab had to wonder if she was even human. But he didn't want to embarrass her so he just smiled. "What is sakalans?"

"It is Sesame paste with honey and cream." Amunet smiled back at him cheerfully, the outline of her lips showing through her veil.

"Ah, sweets. Do you like sweets in general or just sakalans in particular?" he asked, leaning on his elbows on the table.

"Yes I am fond of sweets, sweet food, sweet people. . ." Amunet batted her eyelashes slowly, her bright red eyes looked as if they were glowing in the dim light.

"Oh, I hope you don't eat people," he joked, his eyes lighting up as he grinned at her. Before he could add anything, though a waiter appeared and he quickly gave his order.

"I've never tried them, I wonder how they would taste." Amunet made a face and chuckled, the waiter didn't even ask her order, she had been to the Inn's restaurant more times than she could count, it was really the only decent food in town, besides what she could get her hands on in the palace.

He laughed. "I imagine some of them can be quite bitter. Hopefully I'm one of the good kind," Rajab said, keeping up the ruse.

Amunet smirked at his remark "I wouldn't doubt it in the slightest." Sh folded her hands on the table in front of her, a silver ring in the shape of a lion's head shined on her left hand, a charm she had picked up years ago hoping to please Sekhmet.

"Careful, Amunet. Not all strangers are as trustful as I am," Rajab pointed out, thinking if she knew how brutal he was in the war back at home, she would being saying the exact opposite. Then, since he was sure some questions would arise with a comment, he changed the subject. "May I ask about that ring on your hand? What is it of?"

"It is a reminder of Sekhmet, she is always watching." Amunet smiled, she twisted the ring around her finger once, bringing the lion's face back to where it rested on the top of her finger. With her past most people would've hated the entity that cursed them, but she worshiped her more than any other Egyption deity.

"Sekhmet? Which goddess is she?" he asked, looking at her more inquisitively, unconsciously leaning closer to her in his interest to learn more.

"She is the lion-headed goddess who rules over healing" Amunet paused and looked down at her ring "And War." she finished as she looked back up with a flirtatious grin.

Rajab smiled, giving a nod. "Quite the combination. Then may Sekhmet forever guide you in your path," he said kindly.

Amunet put her hands together and set them in her lap "Thank you." she replied. Hopefully she would do more than guide her, more like take the curse of her, if she had to live another forty years trying to please a goddess that hated her she might just pitch herself off of the tallest pyramid.

((So she's a damsel in distress and along comes a prince. :P))

Their food arrived just in and Rajab made a quick prayer before he began to dig in. Wanting to keep the conversation going, he asked amiably, "Do you have family here, Amunet?"

((MEHEHEHE. . . yes.))

"I don't, though I am familiar with almost all of the city's normal inhabitants." Amunet smiled before taking a corner off the square of halawa on the plate in front her. She dropped it into a spoon full of cream from the bowl and offered it to him. "Would you like to try it?"

"No thank you. If I took a bite, you'd probably won't find anything left on your plate," Rajab said lightly, holding up his hand in a polite "no".

"Suit yourself." Amunet laughed and put the spoon in her mouth with a grin, the flavor of the sweet cream and sesame mixing together nicely.

He smiled, though now he was curious. To put off his mind, Rajab focused on his own food, trying to remind himself that he was an exiled prince and he wasn't on a holiday. He had to be careful or his mother and sister would pay for his leniency. Plus, though he relinquished his title, his brother would most likely not rest until he was dead. As he thought these things, his brow furrowed more, unaware he was making such a serious face.

"Is something wrong?" Amunet said raising an eyebrow as she took another bite, she put her spoon down in the bowl and linked her fingers together on the edge of the table.

Blinking out his brief reverie, Rajab ran a hand over his face, feigning tiredness. "Not at all. The journey from my homeland must be catching up to me. I frown a lot when I'm tired."

"If you would like to retire to your room for the night I can come see you when I am done with my work in the morning." Amunet smiled at him fondly, she was curious about this boy, he had a secret, she could see it on his face, and she wanted to find out what it was.

Seeing nothing else to do but to continue with the lie, Rajabe nodded and rose to his feet. "Yes, I would like that. You have yourself a good evening and may you sleep well."

"Well I'll see you around then." Amunet smiled and laid a silver coin on the table. She nodded at Rajab, her smile obviously reaching her bright eyes. Before he could say another word she stood, pulled her shawl over her head and waved at him as she walked out, the red fabric of her clothing flowing behind her as if a breeze was blowing them at just the right angle even with no wind.

Rajab watched her sweep away, then looked down at the silver coin. With a small smile to himself, he picked up the coin and twirled it over his knuckles before putting it in his pocket. Then he took a silver coin of his own and placed in on the table before heading off to his lodgings.

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