She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
"That doesn't sound very much like 'Findekáno', but I suppose your brothers' names don't match very neatly either."
"Pretty close. Also matches which names they all go by - mothernames in all cases except Curufinwë."
"My brothers are Masaharta, Telcar, Merenre, Sa-Anar, Ankhu, Apepi. ...maybe we should have someone comparing etymologies, really."
"The etymologies are at least sometimes alike, Fëanáro means sprit of fire and Fe-Anar tells me his name means sun-souled."
An attendant announces the prince Hemaka.
He kneels (not to the floor) and then looks around, a little bewildered.
"I should've gotten you sooner before there was mountains of explanation, but it's a little bit of a fragile security situation and I'm not at all sure it won't end with all of us murdered by someone that one of us offended."
"Well if that happens I should think you'd be entitled to at least a week of vacation. We could tour that district of Axis with the octopus people."
"Until the mysterious security situation has been resolved," he says confidently. "You could quite reasonably refuse resurrections until the mysterious security situation is resolved."
" - maybe. This is Aitim, this is Mirelótë, this is Anaander. Aitim and Anaander are both oddly similar to me in too many ways for it to be a coincidence, and they have a you - had a you in Anaander's case - and I'm hoping that yous have more marked similarities than mes."
"Well it's difficult to imagine the pharaoh as a woman but it's more difficult to imagine the pharaoh as a woman and I as her husband?"
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