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[b][center][color=black]IMENTET[/color] 
[color=#CCAC00]IMENTET[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup][/color][color=#CCAC00][sub]ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴊᴏʀᴀᴍ[/sub] [sub][right]ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ʙᴀ ꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ[/right][/sub][/color][sub][hr][/sub]

[color=#A9A9A9][indent][indent][indent]A tree, strong and sturdy, stood towering above the Nile, watching carefully and bowing reverently to the Necropolises to the west where the sun set and the underworld yawned open. While that tree no longer stood stalwart in the desert reeds, at least she could recreate it little by little. A piece of her home clung to her like the heat of a raging sun.

Like wind against water, Imentet flowed across her second home in wisps of yellow fabric, clinging to her in a palm tree fronds. Her air smelled of dates and jasmine that wafted across the counter tops, the tables, through the legs of her chairs. It was no longer a tree, but [color=#CCAC00][i]Little Marjoram[/i][/color] would remain an oasis within the cool Seattle air; it bloomed a desert flower, dipping her toes in the salt filled waters. It was hers and hers alone, looking out across the bay to watch the sun meet the horizon, the [color=#CCAC00][i]amenti[/i][/color]. If she squinted hard enough through the tinted glass, she could see the Underworld expressing its awakening with a rumble of its maw.

Perhaps that's what she wanted to see, willed herself to see.

With her hands against the counter, staring at the purpling sky, Imentet sighed. Then, with resolve, she stood straight and tidied her shop for opening, hands smoothing curtains, watering the many flowers and plants that laid themselves against the shelving. It was her desert paradise and a reminder to a lost home with its desert plants in their containers of sand and stone. The warm, dim light carried that coziness she so craved and offered freely to her many patrons. It etched itself into her smile, into her food, into the tea that wafted its sweet aroma across the shop.

Imentet breathed deep and settled herself into the cushions upon the seat of her window, waiting for the day to open and the patrons to shuffle in. [color=#CCAC00][i]Little Marjoram[/i][/color] kept itself quaint with a number of regulars making up the bulk of her clientele, but it was never too crowded, too noisy, to full. She loved that everything remained just right, balanced along the tip of her finger.

With a book opened, she let her eyes roam to the clock on the wall. A few of her employees had already made her patrons their teas as she rose from her seat. The Conclave likely buzzed to life with unbearable heat, one she was more than happy to avoid. Yet, it was likely to end soon and with that she'd have her friends shuffling in to slump off the day's burdens. That required a little more than tea to soften.

[color=#CCAC00]"I'm setting the bottom room up for a small party this weekend, if you need anything please don't hesitate to call for me,"[/color] Imentet notified one of her baristas, stopping at the front of the door, [color=#CCAC00]"Oh, and if you see a weirdly fashionable man sleeping in my dumpster just toss the trash on him and notify me later."[/color]

With that, Imentet moved outside toward the building's second entrance that lead both upstairs and to a small storage basement turned into a second cafe of sorts. Here the magic lay, like dawn to dusk the veil lifted and the stars shone against the backdrop of her sheer cloth sky. It made Imentet smile to see wayward souls wandering through her walls taking respite where they could. This provided the perfect place for a small gathering as the dead could not whisper her secrets nor would they want to.

As Imentet slid behind the small counter to prepare the assortment of teas she'd need, she took her phone out to check the time once more. A small slipped over her lips as she sent a text to her fellow Egyptians.

[indent][indent][quote]To: De Nilers
[color=#CCAC00]I know y'all busy, but bottom room will be ready Saturday for good destressing and decompressing. 😌🍵 Felines get free treats and drinks 'til closing.[/color][/quote][/indent][/indent]

Once sent, Imentet went to work cleaning and organizing everything. The Conclave likely wore her fellow deities out, as well as a fe likely cross-pantheon friends. It'd be nice to have a moment just to themselves. Hopefully, Anubis would allow himself to release some of his tension for just a moment. By the stars in their pretty little sky did she know he needed it.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/color][hr]
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