An avid watcher of people, Khepri found their actions and reactions fascinating and over the years had developed little categories to file them away into. No one person ever perfectly fit into just one for the entire course of their lives, she was sure, but she was also sure she wouldn't see enough of them to change her opinion. That was until she had come to work for the Cirque. Having been here just over half a year now made this the longest she had spent in the company of the same individuals in all her two thousand years.
Running the back her hand along the underside of the snake's neck, she regarded it closely as the stranger remarked on their beauty. Her scaled companion was in possession of a nice color but perhaps what little vanity she possessed made her believe it was not nearly as beautiful as her own. She was descended from a queen. Regardless the cobra on her shoulders remarked it's appreciation of his compliment. "She is flattered," Khepri relayed with a chuckle. "I am rather biased but I have more of a fondness for cobras."
"Ahhotep, she's taken to." A pompous royal name but Khepri found no fault in letting her use it. "Do you have one?"