Timestamp 46th of Summer, 514 AV
When slumber had faded this morning Ssemet had finally felt awake. Sseth still lay coiled upon a choice rock they had turned over in the cave. This was the driest she had been able to locate and still the cave seemed covered in an aqueous film. Her first order of business after a quick wash and dressing was to take her recently purchased bucket and set to work.
In her nearly twenty days in Zinrah Ssemet had managed to overhear the existence of a sea within the land. She had never seen a sea without sand and so that had been her destination. She was accosted by a guard on her way out. The guard accepted her explanation although with an amused quirk of her brows. By her second trip coming back into the nest with her bucket of sand the guards had doubled, two had come to see this oddity. On her third trip snakelings had come to see as well, it seemed time to let them down. A newcomer should not make news in a nest.
On her trip back through the warren of caves in the residential wing, lugging her third bucket of sand, she noticed a cave was currently occupied. This cave in particular wasn’t more than a few chimes from her own. Perhaps while avoiding becoming the new oddity of the nest she could meet her neighbors.
“Iss anyone in? I reesscently moved in near by and hoped to introdusse mysself.” She peeked around the corner to see if someone was in and immediately regretted it. The entire cave looked nothing at all like what she lived in. She had stumbled upon a greatly important dhani or at least immensely wealthy. Years later the wealthy made still her uncomfortable. In Anhatep the wealthy had owned anything they thought difficult to obtain which had included her sisters. It was already too late though having announced her presence. Ssemet would act with all the humility she could manage and hope to leave without angering her neighbor. It was a trait she had hoped ot foster regardless, if she was often to become skilled in her craft the wealthy would certainly become her patrons.
Placing her bucket of sand near the entrance where it could not do any harm to the beautiful cavern within. When the constrictors had found her amusing, she had thought nothing of it but in comparison with this chamber her tiny accumulation of sand in a dark cave had a long way to go. She kicked out the sand from her orange sheath pants and straightened her matching over robe. Ssemet’s sandals still looked nice since she had trecked through the jungle in boots and spared the desert footwear. Finally adjusting her silk sash which held her golden flute in two pieces tightly bound to her lower back, she was ready. A steadying breath and the viper stepped forward.