Caravan From Afar [Barates] May 21, 2012 14:41:06 GMT -5
Post by Ra on May 21, 2012 14:41:06 GMT -5
The day was warm. It always was. The noon sun was high in the sky, shining brightly without a single cloud to block its light. While the sun god found this day to be beautiful and glorious, not the same could be said for the people of the Greek caravan which made camp below the high dunes in the depths of the great oasis. They milled about, setting up their wagons and watering their horses, preparing for a day's rest, and hopefully a successful day of business. Money and trade drove them here. Surely not many could be seen joining such caravans simply to see far off places.
Ra stood on top of one of the sand dunes on the outskirts of the encampment, his coat burning a brilliant golden red, shimmering with each quiver of his muscles. His head was held high, the dip in his nose signifying to anyone with common knowledge that he was of Arabian stock, a prized breed among Egyptians, dignified and proud. But unlike those horses below, this chestnut stood alone and unburdened by leather straps and colored tassles. With a shake of his fine head, he sent his mane flying in the sandy wind, tossled about in an almost tangled mess of silken strands.
He licked his lips and watched the traders organize and set out their wares. A few children could be seen bounding about between vendors, and Ra pricked his ears forward in intrigue. Only when he noticed someone pointing toward him did he move, rearing on his hind legs in a form of warning but refraining from releasing any cry. His ears flattened against his skull, and he pawed at the sand furiously. His nostrils flared, and his eyes held a meanness in them no mortal creature could have. But that they could not see. It was only show. They could not abandon their wares for fear of being subject to thievery, but this was not the first time Ra had garnered attention from them.
Not far off, Ra could see a small group of people heading toward the caravan, coming from the direction of Thebes. His attention was drawn to them now, and he picked up his hooves, walking toward them. He stayed at a distance. He always did, but he liked to see the people and how they interacted. He liked hearing them talk and often wished he could be a part of their conversations. Alas, it seemed like a forlorn dream. What self-respecting god such as Ra would care to meddle in the affairs of men if not for trouble and mischief? Ra wanted no trouble. He only wished to see.