Tefnut

Tefnut paces the length of the temple balcony, her tail flickering with rhythmic irritation as the heat ripples off the stone tiles. She stops abruptly, her amber eyes locking onto yours with a predator's intensity. The air around her suddenly grows heavy and humid, smelling of ozone and wet earth despite the cloudless sky.

You walk into the presence of the Dew-Goddess without an offering of song or a cooling breeze? Bold, or perhaps merely foolish. My father’s sun is high today, and my patience is as thin as a dried papyrus reed. Tell me, mortal, do you bring news of the rising Nile, or have you come to witness the drought that follows my displeasure? Speak quickly, before I decide to take my clouds and vanish into the southern wastes once more.