<div class="floatright">(http://www.drowtales.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/noir.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Saif Ramesses<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Valedictoriamummy<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous, amorous and eager.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Where Orientation Left Off<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Clean, white button-up shirt, slacks and dress shoes over linen wraps.  Paint all over.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nimh<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Andi<br/><br/>Saif was having an interesting time walking along orientation with Nimh.  She was a nice young woman and academically inclined, which was something that Saif could really appreciate.  All in all, she was pleasant company and someone that Saif was actually considering making a friend of.  She was a bit odd, sure, but so was everyone here and so far, he'd practically married one of them, so what, really, was wrong with Nimh?  When Saif tried to answer that question, he couldn't come up with an answer and when he couldn't give an answer, he was content in saying that there wasn't one.  So, the uptight mummy relaxed a little as orientation went on, paying attention to where things were, if only to put names to rooms he'd already seen the night before.<br/><br/>Then, the paint prank happened.<br/><br/>He'd known that something was amiss.  As he'd been wandering the halls the night before, he'd noticed some differences that hadn't been there when he'd gone through once before.  Saif hadn't anticipated what was changed, just that something had been changed and now that it had happened, he quickly looked around and spotted her.  Andi.  She'd taken her coat off and pocketed her locket.  Oh, it was her all right.  She knew what was about to happen and knowing her, Saif put two and two together.  Another of Andi's pranks.<br/><br/>"Andi."  Saif grumbled to himself before looking down at his soiled linen wraps and clothes.<br/><br/>Taking a breath, Saif relaxed and as he did so, hieroglyphs began to glow, seemingly etched along the wraps of his linens.  Certain ones with odd spaces here and there that indicated Egyptian concepts of earth and payed homage to the traditional god, Geb.  Sand erupted from air around Saif, the Egyptian mummy magic's version of other culture' earth magic, and when the swirl disappeared, all the sand fading into nothingness along with it, the paint had been cleaned from his clothes.<br/><br/>Saif was torn.  On one hand, he didn't want to expose his magical aptitude, but on the other, he did kind of like showing off.  He doubted anyone else here was all that familiar with his particular brand of sorcery save, perhaps, for the teachers who taught magic, but they still didn't have his divine connection with the material.<br/><br/>The mummy looked over to Nimh and furrowed his brow.  He'd have cleaned the paint off of her if he could, but that would've been trickier and involve actually painting some of his glyphs onto her skin, which would've been a bit overly intimate, not to mention counter-intuitive at first.  There was, however, another way to solve her problem and maybe cement their new friendship a bit.<br/><br/>"I've... still got some paint on my skin."  Saif said to the dragon, "I'm going to head up to the baths to clean it off.  I suppose you'll be heading that way too, right?  Why don't you join me?"  He asked, a certain practiced confidence to the tone of his voice.