Blood, rain, and tears

The gold touched goddess moved through the night. The rain obscured much but she would find it comforting to walk in the dark. Ra slept and the moon was nowhere to be found. The scents of fear and blood had been faint to her earlier but now she moved with certainty to be close.

It was here she found the sight. A child struggling to remain warm under the rapidly cooling body of his slain mother. Their scents were similar and gave the relationship away to her. This place was no duat but Sicari knew well that the woman would be found there tonight. Her soul would be weighed against that of a feather and her fate decided then.

She moved forward. Pity for the child was one of the things she felt but she saw other things in him already. He could be made into a godling and proven worthy in such ways. Or he could be fed to the crocodiles if he proved useless. "She waits in the duat for you now child. You will walk among the reeds together one day. But for now you must come with me, you have been spared for a reason and Amun will reveal to you in time that reason." her voice was heavily accented. An Egyptian woman clearly by sound and sight of her. She was gentle at first but was leaving no room for arguments from the boy. Her fur was soaked and she longed to return to her desert home.