Gardening and Grooming

The desert is warm and the men go help Monica prepare Rhea's mummy so Onemia can have a better look at it. While last night the girls just spent a lot of time with less useful urgent details about everything that Onemia was not aware of, Monica did manage to convince her to have a look at the oldest wife of the pharaoh.

But while the others are preparing the event, Onemia goes to her tent to relax. She wanted plants in the tent. It's her great passion, taking care of plants. Of course guiding and teaching people is her job, but her heart lies with plants and especially flowers. The tent smells like fertilizer.

"Hmm, ah! My darlings!" She sniffs some hortensia blooms and sighs. All the revelations and this whole new world and time is weighing on her. Monica had been so specific on issues about the world and it all sounded frankly miserable. Onemia brushes her hand over some cactus flowers, being careful not to prick herself. Then the door flap opens and the angel boy peeks in with his big yellow eyes.

“Heya. What’s up? You kinda disappeared there.” He says in ancient Egyptian which Onemia expected everyone to know essentially. Truth was, it’s apparently now considered a ‘dead-language’. “Hey. It’s lovely hearing some mother-language for once. This English is rough like sand.” The girl smiles at Baya who walks in and looks at a big flower on a table nearby. “You really like flowers, dontcha? I never realized. Did you have a big garden in the temple?” Baya smiles and pokes at the flower. “N-not exactly. I was not allowed to have one. The priests are so strict… I mean, were…” She sighs deep and looks at her flowers.

“Where did you get these? No way you had the time to plant the seeds and wait, right? Let me guess, you put the fatso to bring some from a bazar, the **** scum he is.” The both laugh and Onemia shakes her head and waves her staff. The Djed was always an important object to her. God Ra offered it to her as she is the great prophet after all. It holds incredible power and Onemia is its sole protector.

“I… I just used the Djed. It brings life to what it’s used for. These flowers came from the earth here.” She leans back as Baya walks over to her: “Oh, that kinda reminds me. I never got to ask you before we went to sleep, but could you… you know, tap the squinty eye lady with that and..?” He smirks as Onemia looks at the boy smiling. “Oh, why yes. I can impregnate wombs with it. The real capabilities of the Djed are unknown even to me. But I tried to explain to her yesterday as we were walking. She reminds me of the priests… so demanding and strict. I suppose people do not change, do they?”

Baya smirks and walks so close to her that he has to look up at the tall woman, her breasts now quite close to him – it makes Onemia flustered. “You know, I’m something of a life wizard myself. Remember that one time when I…” Onemia remembers. It was a huge issue when Baya used one of the priests one time and came inside her mouth. “Yes, I do! You… you are always so nonchalant about things like this. I’m not sure if it’s because of the fact you are an angel or what. You shouldn’t have done that to that priest. She was exiled from the temple. Do you have any idea how big of an impact that single act had? You… you have your gift, but I don’t think you know how to use it.” Onemia says sternly and looks down at the boy who is pouting.

“Ugh… I forgot what a prune you are. All you do is talk about responsibility! Whatever that means anymore. Now you just grow flowers here! Can’t you say what a nobody you are?” Baya raises his eyebrow and Onemia feels a pressure on her chest. “D-don’t say that! I am… I-I… I am still Osiris, the great god of the underworld, of life and transcendence! And my duty is to stay in the world of the living to guide humans on the right path, yeah…” She holds the Djed firmly as Baya puts his hand on her waist and holds her: “I don’t think you quite believe that, do you?” He raises his hand until it’s under the girl’s large firm breast. She gasps and looks down confused.

“Really, you are just a hot girl with a big staff and desires like any woman, don’t you? Now there’s no priests holding you back, you can be yourself, Onemia. They took away your femininity, didn’t they?” He lowers his voice as his hands grope the woman’s breasts. Onemia breathes deeply and looks down, blushing. “They didn’t want a girl to carry the Djed so they just wrote you off as a guy, huh? Osiris is a man, isn’t he? So, Onemia. Who are you really? A voice for some asshole priests with dust in their nuts and pussies, or a girl like everyone else who just wants to lose her virginity.”

Baya kneads the girl’s breasts as she feels her legs tremble. She takes a step back and tries to compose herself. “You are right! Baya… y-you are right, I just… I have to sort this out. I-I’m sorry.” She looks at the boy who is still staring at her with his ominous yellow eyes. “Alright. Just call me when you want a taste. But I think the rest really want you to do their thing outside. We should hurry.” The two leave the tent back into the sun.