The golden light spilled across the land, awakening Geb and those that dwelt upon him. The light reached out, touching the lotus flowers ever so gently, coaxing them to open. The crocodiles crawled out of the River that had kept them warm all night, now craving the warmth of the sun. Re looked upon it all as he rose, marveling at the world he had created. It never got old, seeing the beauty below him.
Higher he rose, yet he did not immediately separate to his corpus. Sometimes it was nice just to be, to relax and stretch his rays like limbs. He could see his priests, making their offerings in his roofless temple, and he reached out to partake of the essence of the food they had brought, leaving the physical remains for the priests themselves before turning his gaze.
What was that?
He caught a glimpse of something unusual and unexpected. A picture, cleverly constructed in the sand in the distance. Who had done this? Not the mortals, surely, for it was of immense size and would have required great planning to have made this in one night on such a grand scale. It was also too far from where anyone but nomads dwelt, in a barren part of the land where nothing grew. They had little time for anything that did not directly affect their very survival. A curious people, but not prone to making pretty pictures.
A falcon flew from the center of the sun, gliding over the picture, higher and lower as it took in each detail. He sensed divinity, but not of a familiar source. Someone who clearly was of the nighttime, when he was hidden from the living, focusing all his energy on things beyond the visible realm. Someone who apparently found amusement in his solar abilities.
Truth was, Re found it amusing himself. While he could choose to find it insulting, instead he thought it was entertaining. He particularly liked the portion that showed him napping, as the people feasted and celebrated. The cause of the cow's fate was not lost upon him, but he understood it was part of the comedy.
The falcon grew in size, expanding its wings until they were large enough to fan the sand. He could have called upon his son to just blow it away, but it would be less personal if Shu or anyone else assisted. He beat his wings with great force, until no trace was left of the cartoon. He rested a moment, just gliding on the subtle currents, before starting his own picture. A great deal of effort had gone into sending him this message, and it would be rude not to reply. He created a series of panels, using his wing tips like a scribe's reed. The first showed a group of people huddled around a fire beneath the starry night. The second showed himself as the sun, hands at the ends of the rays pushing a wall of darkness away as the people stood and watched. The final square showed the sun smiling down upon the people as they danced and played instruments while a dark and cloaked being stole away, its head bent in defeat. As a final touch, he added his sigul at the bottom, granting the knowledge of his name, though not his true name, as a way of introduction, letting whoever this foreign god who scorned the light was know who they were mocking. Re had no doubt whoever it was would be back to see if there was a reply to their handiwork.
Satisfied with the outcome, the falcon flew away, rejoining the sun as it continued to rise across the land.