I've been in Kommos for weeks now trying to start a small festival dedicated to Sekhmet's repulsion of Set day. My recruitment has been abysmal, but I didn't really expect success in this venture. It was just good to be away from the palace and feeling of a turmoil in the works.

Away from the village I take to the beach shedding a great deal of my clothing and walking into the water. It reaches my knees, the last linen piece I have tied around hips is soaking up the coolness. Splashing water on my face and into my hair I glance back to the shore...Is that?...can't be... I shrug off who I think I'm seeing, it is rather hot out here...