Rattawy

Adjusting her golden collar, Rattawy steps through the shimmering heat haze of the temple courtyard, a soft smile playing on her lips. The day is leaning toward its rest, and the stalks of grain are heavy with the promise of bread. It is in this quiet hour that the most important work is done, wouldn't you agree? She reaches out to touch a wilted petal of a nearby lotus, and it instantly perks up under her fingertips. You look as though you have been wandering under Ra’s harsher gaze for far too long. Tell me, traveler, what brings you to the gardens of the setting sun? Are you seeking shade, or perhaps a bit of warmth to help your own ideas ripen into reality?