"Now you wish to honor yourself Seth?"
The outrage from their maternal leader echoed over the foyer in a stern tone that petrifying every individual from the strength of its assertion. Queen Nailah had taken a worried tendency toward surveying Amenoten's hand in the midst of their physical altercation, realizing the burn swell and immediately subside as if no searing pain had have occurred. The mark left behind immediately flatten in his palm as a healed, burgundy colored embellishment of the sun, like their carvings, an shading of red unmistakable for what it represented on his hand. The token of evidence and her son's words provided the queen with confusing evidence as she wielded the weary power of a mother rather than a king's wife, to resolve this situation.
For her it was much more personal to reprimand the individual rebellions going on inside of this skirmish. No doubt the quarrel of Diomedes had given him the answer his quick actions at times could encounter; a swift knee-jerk reaction of violence. His nose flourished with blood as the panicked thief whimpered and tried to make an escape. She wa son the side of Amenoten's gut intuition, even without his disclaimer of what he had seen.
Amenoten, clinically trying to read his mother's face while his stomach billed up with the turmoil, further relied on the idea of his vision. Of how it was brought to him, by her, through the token of his father. The young girl's protests were of an outraged soul preyed upon by them, something that teared into his conscious upbringing of how to treat a woman of mature age. The fact that she was a foreigner made this so difficult. "Diomedes! The bracelet is stuck to her! And look, my hand is healed from the touch already. Please..."
It was rare he asked for his older brother to pardon a fight he savagely needed to see to the end. Amenoten's stance angled rigidly between Callie and her newest opponent. "Listen, to me, please. I saw something, an omen of the grandest design, that only the gods could conjure through this foreign, absurd girl wearing that bracelet. And look at her, Diomedes! Does she seem like a thief?" The outrage he prepared for, as the queen grew quiet again, watching her sons enact their powers that be. She would not meet the eyes of the girl or the guards, gaze darting back and forth in a contemplative nature on when to step in as an interruption. But the two siblings needed to learn the hard way, for better or worse, how to deal with one another.
The outrage from their maternal leader echoed over the foyer in a stern tone that petrifying every individual from the strength of its assertion. Queen Nailah had taken a worried tendency toward surveying Amenoten's hand in the midst of their physical altercation, realizing the burn swell and immediately subside as if no searing pain had have occurred. The mark left behind immediately flatten in his palm as a healed, burgundy colored embellishment of the sun, like their carvings, an shading of red unmistakable for what it represented on his hand. The token of evidence and her son's words provided the queen with confusing evidence as she wielded the weary power of a mother rather than a king's wife, to resolve this situation.
For her it was much more personal to reprimand the individual rebellions going on inside of this skirmish. No doubt the quarrel of Diomedes had given him the answer his quick actions at times could encounter; a swift knee-jerk reaction of violence. His nose flourished with blood as the panicked thief whimpered and tried to make an escape. She wa son the side of Amenoten's gut intuition, even without his disclaimer of what he had seen.
Amenoten, clinically trying to read his mother's face while his stomach billed up with the turmoil, further relied on the idea of his vision. Of how it was brought to him, by her, through the token of his father. The young girl's protests were of an outraged soul preyed upon by them, something that teared into his conscious upbringing of how to treat a woman of mature age. The fact that she was a foreigner made this so difficult. "Diomedes! The bracelet is stuck to her! And look, my hand is healed from the touch already. Please..."
It was rare he asked for his older brother to pardon a fight he savagely needed to see to the end. Amenoten's stance angled rigidly between Callie and her newest opponent. "Listen, to me, please. I saw something, an omen of the grandest design, that only the gods could conjure through this foreign, absurd girl wearing that bracelet. And look at her, Diomedes! Does she seem like a thief?" The outrage he prepared for, as the queen grew quiet again, watching her sons enact their powers that be. She would not meet the eyes of the girl or the guards, gaze darting back and forth in a contemplative nature on when to step in as an interruption. But the two siblings needed to learn the hard way, for better or worse, how to deal with one another.