@amunfiir said (inbox):
Amun would like to ride on his father's shoulders and he is making himself as cute as possible to make it happen--
WHAT IF HE PUT his son on a sphinx? Even better!
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@amunfiir said (inbox):
Amun would like to ride on his father's shoulders and he is making himself as cute as possible to make it happen--
WHAT IF HE PUT his son on a sphinx? Even better!
@amunfiir replied : always
“you promise? you didn’t give your father a headache or bullied your little brother?”
@amunfiir cont. from here.
🐍— She couldn’t say, what actually caused her to take a seat next to the young boy. Maybe, because his scent and aura was similar to her fellow Rider. Maybe, because unlike others, he didn’t seem to know who she was. He was quiet, calming to be near. So, she enjoyed his presence as she read to herself.
She could feel his gaze on her, moving between her and the book in her hand. She half expected him to leave, to grow bored by the silence between them. What she didn’t expect, was for the boy to start touching her hair. Her entire body tensed when he did, yet she didn’t react as she normally did. Normally, she wouldn’t allow another to simply do as they please with her hair. It brought back bad memories, but when he started to braid it ever so gently. It was soothing, more so than she had expected it to be. So she allowed him to do as he pleased, not a word at first. But, after a few more moments she finally spoke to the boy.
❝Are you not afraid of me, little one?❞
sadly for amun, nitocris is quite used to little princes. so instead she simply shakes her head. “is this a way to talk to a pharaoh? because of that I have my own duties to fulfill. besides your father has not requested anything from me today.” not verbally but the pleading look had been quite enough.
“come now, sweet prince. my friend and I still have our race car from our summer event, if you behave I’ll allow you to steer it, yes?”
// @amunfiir .
amunfiir replied to your post:
Yes, good. Goal achieved. “I am Amun-her-khepeshef?”
HAD THE GRAIL MADE a mistake, had it forgotten to give this child his memories ? “ you aren’t sure it is your name ? ” it must’ve been the reason why he had said it like that. a frown pulled on her brows, her free hand reaching out to his face, pressing softly against his forehead — but no avail, semiramis had hoped the child was simply sick, delirious to not be sure of his identity. how worrisome. perhaps he needed something to eat ? “ shall we continue our introductions over some snacks ? ”
amunfiir replied to your post “"Hello"”
"I have something I want to ask you."
"Hm? Well- what is it, then?"
@amunfiir said (inbox):
YAN YAN IS THROWING A FIT, SO AMUN IS HERE TO DEPOSIT EXACTLY 25 POTATOES IN EACH OF HIS FATHER'S PANT LEG HOLES
He’s tired.
@amunfiir said (inbox):
"Knowing you and YanYan are friends makes me happy."
❝...❞ Silence.