Nanna - Moon God, Lord of Time, The Secret Hearted (nanna_sin) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-03-05 00:15:00 |
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Riddles [Giza, 2557 BCE] (tag: Thoth)
Generally speaking, Nanna was a night owl. It was not only because of the nature of his duties with the moon, but also because that was when those who studied secretly did their most diligent work. But on occasion, when the situation called for it, he could and did get up during the daylight hours. Today, the sun was still strong against his back as it dipped toward the horizon, so the sand was warm and comfortable when he settled in.
It was not the most ideal spot from which to observe, but if he got much closer he would attract attention. Not from the mortals, so busily working on whatever project to which they were currently applying their labors, but from other deities. Local deities. He was, after all, outside of the lands his pantheon claimed as their own. Nanna supposed he should probably have asked permission, but that seemed like it would simply trigger a lot of political posturing, on both sides, and in the end he might have been denied. It was probably more expedient to do it this way.
Trespassing was not his intention, but it was necessary if he was to see what the mortals were up to. And they were very busily scurrying here and there, and there was quite a large base foundation already laid. But whatever it was, it was not going to be another of those triangular buildings they had been putting together lately. This one did not have a square base, but one that was more rectangular, and there were a few things that suggested that would not be the end design either. Interesting.
With a stick, he began to sketch out possibilities in the sand in front of him. There were many, given the early stages of the building, and there were several additions that boggled. Nanna tilted his head to the side, then shook it, deciding that particular bit of speculation on his part was a flight of fancy. And would likely fall over if anyone had actually attempted to build it in that fashion. But there were doing something on the east side of the structure. There also seemed to be a second group that looked more like artisans than laborers.
Nanna paused in his sand doodling to watch, and pondered if he could perhaps move a bit closer. Just to get a better look, of course, not to intrude on anyone’s domain. Perhaps he should make a sign. He could hang it around his neck, then the local deities could read it and know he was no thread, and they would leave him be while he watched their mortals. Of course, he’d have to put it in their little picture language, but he was fairly certain he could parse out something understandable. He just needed something to write on. There certainly had to be something nearby that he could use, a scrap of something or other.