"Sadly...I can't say I've ever been," she replied with a small shrug. "As much as I want to, it's not feasible just yet. Closest I've come is to Egypt itself would be the artifacts I'm brought to examine and my mother's stories."<br/><br/>Yet, when Amsu brought up the reign of Pharaoh Madu, her eyes lit up, a sort of reminiscent sparkle, something longing. "I've always had a soft spot for that particular pharaoh. His story is one that's dear to me, terribly romantic...Shame his rule ended so suddenly after his wife's death..." Even as she said that, a vision flashed through her mind. While she generally got small images of how she pictured it to be, it was suddenly all the more real, like she'd actually been there. Her eyes took on a distant look, her mind thoroughly preoccupied.<br/><br/>It was a short clip, something vibrant in color. Where she couldn't see his wife, she could see the figure of Madu, someone's hands clutching him.<span style="font-style: italic">Wait...those are...my hands?</span>She'd never seen through the wife's eyes before, but she wasn't going to complain. And then there was pain...Lots of pain.<span style="font-style: italic">...Never felt that before either...</span>Just as her vision panned up to see the face of the pharaoh, her mind slipped back to reality, the image lost. Wondering what it'd been that pulled her back was the waiter coming to place their order, she hastily glanced at the menu, settling on a seared Tilapia salad and a small glass of Strawberry Chardonnay.