Asima tilted her head gracefully acknowledging her pardon, although her dignity was shattered somewhat when she snorted. Her brother...might as well have him poisoned...Why should he get to be pharaoh?

Asima didn't dislike her brother, however her aging was bringing things into focus. Someday, he would be Pharaoh, the Sun and the Moon. She would be at his mercy, and lately she'd began to wonder if he would recall the toads in his bed or the way Anobi growled when Nemiah came near. Asima couldn't help but let her thoughts flutter to her sitting on the throne, although she'd have to take a husband. It would be easy enough to find a docile one...

As usual, Asima pushed the vile thoughts from her mind, calling Anobi to her and giving the High Priest a smile. "I'll go let him know now..."

Moving through the palace much like earlier-Asima never could seem to make her feet slow down-Asima's attendant latched on to her once more, following her mistress in silence as the arrived at the rooms in the palace belonging to Nemiah.

Knock, Knock Asima banged on the doors rather harshly, calling out, "Brother...Lakar wishes for you to go to the temple...He told me if you are late again, he will make you croak for a week." She paused, smiling slightly, "You know he is literal...."