Ramla moved slowly, in time with the music that was being played. Her friend, a young woman the same age as her played the oud, strumming softly but very beautifully.
Ramla twisted a little, trying to attract the attention of passerbys... which she was doing very well. A few coins were tossed on the ground in front of her, which she gracefully picked up in her dance, slipping them into her pouch on her waist. The girl finished the song and she stopped dancing, looking over at her with a smile on her face.
It had been a long day, and Ramla was exhausted.. she was ready to go home and rest for the night. They had taken in quite a few coin today and it would help her out greatly. She just wanted to get out of her parents home... lately they had really been pressuring her to find a husband, and Ramla was not interested at the moment. She didnt want to be tied down to someone...
She walked to her friend and handed her a couple coins, splitting it evenly between them. She hugged her and waved her off... unfortunately, this would be the last time they worked together. Her friend was getting married, and would be busy soon with children and the like. Ramla sighed and looked down, scuffing her feet slightly as she began heading home. She had almost enough to move out, but now she wasnt sure where she would find someone else to play for her.
Nebet had suprised herself by wanting to go out for the day. The pain and mourning around the palace had become something akin to painful. So she had decided with permission from her mom to go out. She was being escorted by two guards at the moment, and she looked at them as they left the palace with her. She nibbled her lower lip as she walked with them and looked down at her blue dress. Fixing it and then the bracelet, she sighed softly and headed into town. She walked through town, the commoners bowing before the princess. She had decided she wanted to play her harp today, wanting to find a way to entertain, but not wanting a big crowd. She hated big crowds, since big crowds often made her shy away. She looked around, finding the emptiest place she could in the market. The harp she carried was a small thing, but since she could not carry her bigger one, she brought this one. She held it to her chest and closed her eyes as she walked. She felt nervous, but she remained quiet. She needed a way to concer the fear she felt of big crowds and briefly wondered how her eldest sister could do it, stand in front of a bunch of people and talk. She felt grateful that she did not have to do so with these people. Soon enough she found a good spot and stood. Placing the harp in the right position, she began to play. Soon enough a small crowd had appeared and the two guards with her stood behind her ready for anything. She trusted her guards, and she smiled softly to them in thanks as she continued the sad song.
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Ramla was getting more and more anxious as she walked, she just wanted to get out of her parents house! She was getting rather frustrated about the whole thing, and her mother especially was trying to force her into marriage.
She sighed as she walked, humming softly to herself. The song turned sad and she stopped, frustrated again. Why was she humming that song?
Suddenly, the song floated over to her on the breeze and she sighed softly, it was a beautiful melody, that much was sure. She recognized the song as well, it was one that her mother had sung when her grandfather had passed away. She followed the sound and stopped as she saw the young girl playing the song. A sad look crossed her face, why would the young girl be playing a song such as this?
It was then that she finally noticed the two guards stationed next to her, and a slight frown crossed her face. A noble? Or, something more. It was strange to see any royalty out and about right now, because of the Pharaoh's recent demise. Perhaps this was a daughter of his and she was lamenting through music?
Ramla wanted to sing with her, but knew better than to approach with the guards standing there. So she just watched and listened to the sad song, softly humming along.
Nebet let the music flow as she closed her eyes. She felt a sadness and longing for a hug, a smile, or even a laugh from her father. She felt hurt as she continued the song and tears fell as she played. She wanted to dedicate this song to her father, wanted to feel him hug her again as she played. She remembered talking with him in the garden, laughing and showing him her drawings. She played, putting her whole heart in it. The nights she had agonized and refused food. The nights she had remained quiet for days at a time. Emerging herself in her arts and painting day and night. She opened her eyes and looked at the people as she played. To her it felt like the whole city mourned their leaders death. She felt fresh pain as she remembered her father humming this same song to her when she was a baby. She had so many things to say to her father, telling him she loved him was one thing. When she played, she poured her heart into it. Then she realized a girl was humming it, though she could barely hear it. She nodded to the girl and the guards tensed until she gave them a gentle smile. She had seen this girl dancing before and she waited see if she would join her.
Ramla stood there, just listening to the beautiful, sad music that the girl was playing. It had to be one of the princesses, she wondered just how many there were. She hadn't heard anything about a coronation of a new Pharaoh, but she figured there had to be a son to take the throne... right?
Her eyes widened slightly as the princess nodded to her, nodding back slightly. She wasnt sure what she wanted... did she want her to sing with her? That would be an amazing honor... She watched as the guards stiffened and then relaxed as Nebet smiled at them. That must mean that she wanted her to join her. She took a tentative step forward, pushing through the crowd just a little to stand nearer to the front.
She began singing, softly at first, picking up right where Nebet was at in the song. She loved singing, it made her feel so close to the Gods. People turned to look at her as she sang, and she took another step forward to stand near the princess, turning outward to face the crowd. How she loved it! The attention, admiration, delight... in the eyes of the people watching them. It made her so excited to be singing.
A few coins were tossed at their feet, but Ramla didn't pick them up - she was unsure what the princess would think if she did.
Nebet smiled sadly as the girl stepped foward and sung. She closed her eyes as she listened to her own music play, missing her father terribly. She played her heart out as the other girl sang, and she wondered about her too. The woman had a beautiful singing voice and before she knew it, Nebet had joined in, amking it a duet. She was normally a quiet girl, but the chance to say goodbye through her song was the chance she needed. She needed to say goodbye as she sang softly, the other girls voice complimenting her soft one and visa versa. She watched as people threw coins, and she smiled softly, nodding her head. If the girl needed the coins she was welcome to them. Nebet knew the girl might need the money more than her as she continued to play. When she was reaching the end of the song, she closed her eyes. Tears glistened and fell as she choked off the end of the song. She finally finished and she looked up to see the guard holding some water. Nebet realized she did not need it, so she took it to the other girl. She gave her a soft smile as she approached and said,"your voice is quite pretty. My name is Nebet." She looked at the girl and hoped she would not get mad as she smiled.