Her last set of instructions on where the sealed jars of her beer were to be taken to were to her servants, those who had traveled with her. The two of her alewives were given further instruction to make sure that once that was all catered to to make sure the carts and animals were tended to properly. “And...” she argued, in Kemetic so Djeheuty's staff would understand, “if anything has more than three fingers deep of sand on it, dump it immediately.” The previously confiscated pitcher was hanging loosely in her hand. “That is all rancid at this point, as far as I'm concerned and I will not stand for sub-par beer...”
Ninkasi then took it upon herself to find the master of the temple she was in. It wasn't going to take much. She saw the priest skulk off after she took the pitcher from him in order to dispose of whatever disgusting sediment had been building up in the bottom. Djeheuty was right where he should be... cooling off. Not that it was particularly hot today, in her opinion. At least not compared to the desert she had to cross... and parts of her homeland.
“Djeheuty!” She strutted in, jewelry jingling, though she was heavily veiled from traveling in the sunlight. The bulk of her was in green with hammered gold and silver jewelry, which Sumer was well known for, but draped in white fabric to reflect the sun away. Pins held the veil on top of her head and then draped across her face, the rest with tucking and draping. Dark green and black kohl lined her eyes. “You old bird! It was mighty hospitable of you to roll in winter for us!”
She laughed, at least for her party it wasn't weather that risked melting them.
“We would have been here at least a week ago, as planned, but damn weather in the desert.” Then she set the still empty pitcher on the table next to the senet board, not even looking at the other person in the room. Unimportant at the moment. She had an old friend to greet. “Sandstorms. Ugh. Do you think Bast will forgive the fact that I'm late if I explain that I had to bed down next to the belly of a camel for more days than I care to and that I thought she'd appreciate I not show up smelling of stanky camel testicles?” A sigh, but then reached to give the old Egyptian a hug. “Speaking of stank... can I use your bath before I head out... whenever that is? Oh! And I have so many things to tell Seshat, too.”