Amunet was surrounded by several personal hand maidens, hand picked by Amun-Ra himself.  She was not allowed male servants, so he had hand selected the ones surrounding her now.  Her slender flawless bronzed form sat upon the vanity table within her own chambers, the hand maids lavishly brushing combs through her long ankle length hair.  It was a difficult process to be sure though, as the ends of her hair had a mind of their own.  Often enough, the deep black shadowy wisps of hair would curiously reach out and touch and stroke at anything near it.  When her hand maidens had first learned this, they had almost cringed away, though a lashing performed by Amunet herself (Mostly to save them from the punishment her brother would have chosen) had set them straight.<br/><br/>As she sat, the ends of her hair were lazily coiling and uncoiling around their ankles and arms, slithering this way and that as if to explore around them.  As present as her physical form was here in this seat, her mind was elsewhere.  It was the only way she could set foot outside of the palace without her precious brother.  She loved him, deeper than any waters on this earth ran, but there was so much of the world she wanted to explore and it saddened her knowing that before long, much of it would be in flames or worse if her brother had his way.  Many times, she tried desperately to calm the monsterous side of him and though she had more sway than anyone with Amun-Ra, he was stubborn and usually she had to either bribe him with something better or distract him to sway his view, when logic did not work.<br/><br/>But now, as she had peace to do so, she had let her mind and soul wander the desert sands for hours.  She had savored the serenity of it, drinking in the soft blue glow of the moon upon the white sands.  After a while, she had traveled to the camp, intending to keep an eye on Katherine.  Katherine and the others she knew, were the only one with a hope in stopping Amun-Ra.  She loved her brother beyond the world and back, but she knew what death and destruction would fall at his fingertips.  She would willingly die with her brother to save the world from that sorrow.  But until then, her hands were tied.  The only thing she had been able to do was supply Katherine with the ring that would keep her hidden from her brother's senses.  In the meantime, she would be loyal to her brother to the ends of the earth, though it wasn't as if she would have had a choice, either.  She was bond to him as he was to her.  She didn't relish the though of her brother's death, she mourned it.  But she knew it was neccissary.<br/><br/>Her soul and mind were snapped back as she heard her brother's voice cut through her mind like a sharp dagger.  A soft sharp gasp graced her lips as she sprung back into her body and her eyes shot open.  Her eyes themselves were a pool of unimaginable emerald fires.  For a moment, fear gripped her heart.  She needed to get to her brother soon, or else death would ensue out of his impatience.  "If you value your lives, set aside the combs and bring me to my brother at once." She said, her voice pronounced as if two voices spoke at once.  It was commanding, unfaultering as she stood abruptly from her chair.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before they were making their way down the halls, her hand maidens dashing behind her to keep up with her pace.  Her feet themselves seemed almost to barely touch the ground as the soft white fabric of her skirt swayed around her long legs.  The fronts were slitted so that as she walked, her bronzed thighs peeked through.  Bronze plated metal secured the fabric in intricate designed around her hips and when she walked, it was with a cat like gaze that was sensual and demanding of attention.<br/><br/>When they came to the entrance to the oasis where their golden thrones sat, she paused for only a moment at the end of the room before she carried herself down the center of it towards the thrones themselves, where her brother sat perched.  His visage always caused her breath to catch in her throat and made her heart sore.  But there was always a dark anticipation there, threatening to overcome what joy may be brought by the sight of his presence.  She knew of her brothers hungers, of his whims and desires and she only hoped that whatever he wanted in this moment was not so very atrocious.  She stopped at the foot of their thrones, lowering her head for a moment in reguard for her other half, granting him the respect he demanded.  "My love....my brother, what is it that you wish of me?" She asked, her voice like honeyed silk upon any ears it came upon.  She dared not take to her throne yet until he spoke.