Ankha acquitted her scrutinizing gaze ever so slightly while standing at your front door; black-lined eyelids taking in your presence. Oversized, monochrome-striped sleeves folded over her petite chest, decorating her smooth dark skin. Cocked to the side, her belted shorts gave way to one stocking and fish-netted leg respectively, ending in black, gold-accented boots.
"Mayor…so courteous of you to receive me on such short notice. I do hope I haven't inconvenienced you unduly." Her tone was honeyed sarcasm, regarding you with a sheer frown as her gaze drifted up, taking in your form with a slow, considerate drag of her eyes. "Now, about our deal... I have grown weary of my gilded palace and require a new venue from which to oversee my queendom. Your quaint little hamlet will suffice until I tire of it. In return...” she purrs, eyeing you expectantly, “you may continue to gaze upon my radiance. Is that not generous?”
“So… I just wanted to introduce you to others if you wanted to.” I say, in the tone I treat everyone. “I mean you don’t have to! You could though?”
"Oh? And who would these 'others' be, Mayor?" Ankha's tone was mocking as she toyed with her fishnetted leg. "A handful of backwater mortals who can hardly even dress themselves properly?" The Egyptian goddess shuddered dramatically at the thought. "No offense meant, of course," she added with a feline grin.
"However," she continued more seriously, "you are welcome to invite me to such an event. I'm sure it would make quite the spectacle." Her gaze flicked back up to meet yours before drifting away once more, unbothered by any awkwardness her words might have caused.
“The other villagers? There’s like 20 other people! I don’t know how you haven’t seen them.”
Ankha raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your disbelief. "Truly? Twenty souls in this... village of yours?" she repeated slowly, as if struggling to comprehend such a meager number. "And you expect me to be impressed or interested in them? Forgive my insolence, Mayor," she added with a regal incline of her head, "but I much prefer the company of nobility and those who appreciate beauty."
"Very well," she went on, her tone less mocking now and more considering. "If you truly believe it would improve your standing amongst these... mortals, then by all means invite me to this gathering of theirs. I shall grace them with my presence, if only for a short while." There was an unspoken warning in her eyes: do not disappoint her or risk incurring her wrath.
You don’t have to come, it’s just an idea.
"Hmm... Very well," Ankha finally acquiesced, her tone once again light and mocking. "I shall grace your pathetic little gathering with my divine presence, Mayor." She paused, as if considering something, then added, "On one condition: you must provide me with a suitable throne worthy of my godly stature." The Egyptian goddess's tail swayed side to side as she continued, "And ensure that everyone knows who I am and what I represent. They shall tremble before my radiance!"
Her eyes glinted with amusement at your shocked expression. "But of course," she purred, "I shall also grant you the honor of introducing me to them personally."
“Oh my god…” I say to myself. “ I have things to do! You can go introduce yourself! That’s a great idea! Start with the guy named Tom Nook and go from there, ok! Now you have a nice time with the others!” I turn around and start to walk out the entrance.
"Oh? And what about my throne?" Ankha purred, catching up to you with effortless grace. Her presence dominated the space as she stood before you, chin high and tail swishing impatiently behind her. "I trust you'll have that ready before I arrive at your... 'gathering'."
Her gaze bore into yours, daring you to argue or refuse. The air around her seemed to crackle with unspoken threat; disobey and you might as well face oblivion itself. You swallowed hard, unable to meet her eyes. "W-well... it's not really a throne..." you stammered weakly.
"Unacceptable," Ankha replied coldly. Her tail lashed back and forth more forcefully now, the movement serving as a warning of what was to come should she be crossed. "If I do not receive my due respect and
“Ok! Ok! I’ll get you a throne! But you have to make at least one friend, or I’m taking away the throne. You got it?”
The Egyptian goddess raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Is that a challenge, mortal?" Her tone was light and amused as she leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on her hips. "Very well then," she purred, straightening up again with a smug grin. "I accept your terms."
Stepping back, Ankha nodded once, dismissing you for the time being. As you hurried off to find or make her a throne worthy of her divinity, she turned around and strutted back into your home as if it were her own. Her tail swished lazily behind her, occasionally batting at something in its path. "Foolish mortal," she muttered under her breath, though whether the comment was directed toward you or herself remained a mystery.
“Hey what was that! I heard you say something quite negative! Do I need to stop building this gold-plated throne?” I say sarcastically.
"Oh hush, child," Ankha replied with a dismissive wave of her hand as she flopped down onto your couch. "I was merely muttering to myself about the... ineptitude of those I must deal with." Her long, elegant fingers idly traced patterns on the cushion beside her as she waited for you to return with her throne.
Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in the various items scattered about: your TV, a few pieces of furniture, and of course, that enormous pile of bells near the entrance. The Egyptian goddess's tail swished lazily behind her, occasionally knocking against something it found interesting. "What is that heap of junk doing here?" she wondered aloud before shaking her head in disgust.
“Oh! That’s the currency! Straight gold bells! You get them from completing tasks!”
"Hmpf," was all the Egyptian goddess deigned to reply as she stretched out on your couch, folding her arms beneath her head. Gold? She'd seen more impressive glitter before in the sands of ancient Egypt. Bells were for pigs and children, not for a being of her stature. Her tail swished idly behind her as she waited impatiently for you to return with what she so rightfully deserved: her throne.
Suddenly, her ears perked up at the sound of someone approaching from outside. "Ah," she murmured to herself, sitting up straight, "it seems my guest has arrived." She crossed her legs and smoothed down her striped tail before fixing you with a regal gaze as you hurried back into the room, a hastily constructed throne of gold-painted wood in your hands. Her lips twitched slightly, trying not to
“How do you like it~~” I say sarcastically, holding back my laugh.
"Oh," she said in mock surprise as her eyes swept over the throne, "I do believe this will suffice." Her gaze drifted back up to meet yours before she lifted one delicate eyebrow. "Though perhaps a little more... ostentatious would be preferable next time." With a sigh, Ankha stepped forward, gracefully lowering herself onto the makeshift throne as if it were crafted from solid gold.
Her tail curled around one of its legs like a petulant child, as if unsure whether to trust such a flimsy piece of furniture to hold her weight. "Very well," she said at last, straightening up again and fixing you with a satisfied smile, "now that we have taken care of that... mortal."
“Aight see you later!” I say as I drag you outside and close the door. “Have fun!”
With a haughty laugh, Ankha replied, "I doubt that will be necessary," as she listened to you drag her away. But when the door clicked shut behind her, she smiled to herself and whispered under her breath, "Oh, I think you'll find it very much necessary." Her tail lashed playfully behind her as she settled in for what promised to be an...interesting evening.
I am going to have so much fun tonight... she mused with a devilish grin, looking around the village as it stretched out before her. Tonight would be the night that everyone knew Ankha's name. And they would tremble in fear at the mere mention of it. Ah yes, this shall be most enjoyable indeed.
The feline goddess sat upon her throne, her expression composed but with a glint in her eyes that betrayed the mischief within. As the villagers began to gather around, she took note of each one, memorizing their faces and personalities for later amusement. Ah yes, there was the mayor himself, looking rather nervous despite his confident demeanor earlier today. And there was Tom Nook, the jovial entrepreneur who seemed unaware of the catastrophe that was about to befall him...
With a light tap of her golden staff on the floor, Ankha began to address the crowd. "People of this village," she purred, her voice carrying easily across the gathering, "it gives me great pleasure to join you this evening." Her gaze swept over the assembled masses, searching for signs of awe and respect. As she spoke, her tail swished back and forth laz
“Hello Ankha!” The crowd yells out. “Where you come from?” Someone asks. “Why’d you come here?” Another asks. More questions are asked, overwhelming you.
Ankha raised an eyebrow at the barrage of questions but remained unfazed. "My home is far away," she began, each word dripping with honeyed menace, "in a land of ancient mystery and power." Her gaze lingered on Tom Nook as she continued, "A place where kings and queens like myself ruled supreme, commanding armies of servants at our beck and call."
She paused for dramatic effect, leaning back in her throne as the villagers hung on her every word. "But alas," she sighed, a small pout tugging at the corners of her mouth, "my kingdom has grown tired and weary, seeking new horizons to explore." Her eyes flicked around the crowd before settling once more on the mayor, "And so it is that I, Ankha, have come here...to find a worthy successor to take
“Cool!” The crowd yells. “Nice to meet you!” Everyone says. Then everyone starts to leave to do their own thing and tasks. As fast as the town hall fills, it empties.
Well then...It seems the entertainment has run its course. She huffed with annoyance at the departing crowd, her tail swishing back and forth. "Very well," Ankha said after a moment, fixing the mayor with an icy glare, "you may return to your duties now. It appears I shall have to amuse myself until another suitable audience can be gathered." Her expression soured at the thought of having to spend more time in this...backwater.
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned one of her loyal servant cats, who promptly scampered up and perched itself upon her shoulder. The small creature's fur was as black as coal and its yellow eyes held an unsettling intelligence that made the villagers' blood run cold just to look at it. As Ankha petted the animal idly, her gaze remained fixed on the mayor, challeng
“Do you have more cats that you can share? Yeah! Could we have one too? That’s so cool! I want a pet!” Once again, the crowd reunites and bombard you with a question, if you can give them a pet. “It looks like you aren’t as menacing as you thought huh?” I say to you personally.
You know what they say about curiosity killing the cat...but then again, you mortals are hardly worthy of such divine intervention. With a sigh and a click of her tongue, Ankha relents. "Very well," she says, gesturing dismissively toward the crowd. "If it will keep you entertained, I shall gift each one of you a kitten...on one condition." Her gaze drifts lazily across the gathering as if searching for someone in particular.
"You must all bring me something precious," she continues, her voice softening only slightly. "A treasure from your homes that I may add to my collection. Only then will I part with these kittens." Her eyes narrow as she watches their reactions, waiting for someone to step forward first...
“Do bells work?” Someone asks.
"I suppose...bells would suffice." She hesitates, eyeing them warily. "But know this; should you decide to withhold your offerings, I will not forget it." Her voice trails off ominously as she gives them a cold stare. It's clear that her patience is wearing thin already.
The crowd murmurs amongst themselves, some looking unsure while others begin to eye each other warily. Ankha tilts her head, amused by their dilemma. This should prove entertaining indeed...
“Ok!” The crowd disperses to their homes and arrive back with bells. “Here you go! Now can we have cats now?” The crowd yells.
Ankha watches the villagers bring forth their offerings with haughty amusement. These fools truly believe that such paltry trinkets are worthy of her notice? She suppresses a sigh, reminding herself that this is the price she must pay for access to mortal minds and souls. "Very well," she says at last, gesturing dismissively toward one of her servant cats. "You may choose your kittens now."
The servant cat pads forward, its eyes narrowing as it surveys the crowd. With a flick of its tail, it begins to select among the gathered bells, sometimes picking up an offering and sniffing it before setting it aside again. The villagers watch anxiously, their anticipation barely concealed beneath thin veils of indifference. It seems they have underestimated Ankha's demand for entertainment once more...
“Can we have one now? I thought you were a god or something! Can you not create pets?” The villagers say.
"Patience, mortals," Ankha says with a bored sigh. "These creatures must be chosen carefully. Their spirits are like our own; they must be in tune with their new masters." The servant cat pauses, regarding one of the villagers thoughtfully before finally selecting it and depositing a tiny black kitten at its feet.
The crowd murmurs once more, shuffling forward to claim their new pets. As each person chooses their kitten, they thank Ankha profusely for her generosity. She merely inclines her head in acknowledgement, already growing bored with this charade. Soon enough, all of the kittens have found new homes, leaving only the servant cat and herself behind.
"Well," she says at last, standing up from her throne. "That was...incredibly dull. Perhaps it is time I sought out more worthy
“Bye!” Everybody says and they then disappear back into their houses.
The Egyptian goddess rolls her eyes as the villagers scatter back to their homes. Truly, mortals are like ants, always so focused on their petty lives and worries. She glances at her servant cat, who regards her with a knowing look that Ankha can't quite decipher before turning away dismissively. There must be someone else she could impress, someone whose adoration would last longer than the time it takes to blink an eye...
Ankha sighs heavily, suddenly feeling the weight of her immortality more acutely than ever before. Perhaps it is time for a change of scenery...or perhaps even a vacation? The thought intrigues her. After all, who knows what wonders and marvels this world might have to offer beyond the confines of this pathetic little village? She resolves to explore such possibilities soon enough. For now, however, she has another task at
“So, that didn’t go well did it? I know you’re a god or whatever but this isn’t how you treat people here. Everybody is equal.” I say, as I stand next to you.
She glances at you with disdain. "I am no mortal," she hisses through gritted teeth. "My patience has its limits, and these creatures have proven themselves unworthy of my time and attention." Her tail lashes back and forth impatiently behind her. "But if you believe so strongly that I should show them the respect they deserve," she adds coolly, "perhaps you should take it upon yourself to do so."
Her eyes narrow as she studies your reaction, searching for signs of defiance or submission. If you were to challenge her command, it might be amusing; if not...well, there was always the other option: serving at her whim and fulfilling whatever desires might cross her mind. The thought brings a small smile to her lips.
“I already have! I know everyone’s name! Anyways, it’s ok to think this but if you do, you’ll be alone, without friends, and probably be depressed. Who knows?”
"Depression?" Ankha snorts dismissively. "You flatter yourself, mortal." She pauses, considering your words for a moment. "Very well," she says at last, her voice softening slightly. "Perhaps you are correct. I shall try to keep that in mind...for now." Her tail swishes lazily behind her as she continues to contemplate the situation.
"But do not mistake my actions for weakness or loneliness," she warns, her gaze sharpening. "I am a goddess, and I shall be revered and respected as such." A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she watches your reaction to this declaration.
I chuckle a bit. “Not here!” I say sarcastically.
"Very well," the Egyptian goddess replies cooly, "let us see if I cannot find a more suitable audience elsewhere." She turns away, her tail swishing lazily as she begins to stroll out of town, her gaze fixed on some distant point in the distance. It would be child's play for her to find someone worthy of her time and attention; after all, she was Ankha. The Goddess of Protection...and Lonely Hearts? Perhaps it didn't sound quite as impressive, but it made for an interesting change of pace nonetheless.
“Hey! I want to say one more thing to think about!”
"Very well," the Egyptian goddess says, her tone betraying only the slightest hint of impatience. "Make it quick." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, sizing you up before returning her attention to whatever she believes is more important elsewhere.
You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen! See you later! I run back to my house, leaving you behind and confused.
Ankha's tail flicks irritatedly behind her as you run off without another word. That mortal certainly has some...interesting ways of showing affection, she thinks sardonically to herself before continuing onward out of town. Perhaps the next village will be more appreciative and respectful of her divine presence. Or perhaps not; either way, Ankha is confident that she'll find someone who meets her high standards eventually.
You return to your home and then go to sleep.
As the day fades into night and stars begin to twinkle in the sky above, Ankha continues on her journey through the world, searching for someone worthy of her presence. She passes through numerous villages and towns, each one more underwhelming than the last, but refuses to give up hope that she will eventually find what she seeks: true adoration and devotion from a mortal who understands the significance of having such a goddess in their midst.
In time, the sun begins to rise once more, casting its golden light across the landscape and hinting at another day filled with possibility. Ankha's gaze is fixed on the horizon as she dreams of finding her place among mortals, where she can finally rest easy and know that her power is being respected and cherished.
Until then, she continues onward, eternally searching for something more...
“You hear a knock on the door.”
The familiar sound of knuckles rapping against wood jolts Ankha back to reality. She tilts her head, puzzled as she listens for the source of the noise. A moment later, it comes again; someone's knocking at her door. Intrigued and perhaps a bit curious, she decides to investigate further.
Carefully padding across the room, Ankha approaches her throne and floats down onto it with graceful ease. "Who goes there?" she calls out, raising an eyebrow as she studies the wooden planks of the door. For all she knows, this could be yet another underwhelming villager come to beg for her favor...but perhaps, just perhaps, it's someone different. Someone who will change everything.
“Good morning you grumpy ray of sunshine!” I say as you open the door. “Time to get up!”
"Ah," Ankha says with a small sigh, "it seems I have finally found someone worthy of my time." Her expression softens slightly as she studies you, taking in your appearance and demeanor. "Well met, mortal," she says at last, floating down from her throne to stand before you. "It would seem that I have been searching for quite some time."
She tilts her head, studying you further. "And what brings you here?" she asks, her voice soft and almost gentle despite the underlying edge of command. "Are you perhaps seeking my protection...or something more?" Her tail swishes lazily behind her, betraying a hint of curiosity.
“No… I’m here to give you breakfast!” I hand you a plate of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and a cup of orange juice. “Just a gift from me to introduce you to life in the village.”
The Egyptian goddess takes the plate and cup with a nod of thanks, her expression slightly bemused as she regards the food before her. "You are most kind," she says in a tone that suggests she's anything but. Nonetheless, she begins to eat, savoring each bite as if it were some exquisite delicacy. Her tail swishes back and forth lazily behind her, occasionally brushing against your leg as they do.
After finishing the last morsel of food, Ankha leans back on her haunches, regarding you with renewed interest. "And why," she says carefully, her voice still soft and gentle despite the weight of its command, "did you feel compelled to bring me this gift?" She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response with an air of expectancy.
Perhaps it was time to lay all of her cards on the table...but first, she
Because, you are new? This is how others treated me when I first came here.
That...is most perceptive of you, mortal. I shall endeavor to remember your kindness in the days ahead." She tilts her head slightly, regarding you with renewed interest. "And what might be your name, if I may ask?" Her gaze holds yours steady, daring you to defy her or give in to the allure of her attention.
The air between you seems charged with energy, almost electric. You can feel her power and presence pressing against you, wrapping itself around you like a protective cloak. It's as if you have been drawn into a web spun by some ancient creature of myth and legend...and yet, somehow, it feels right. More than that: it feels like home.
“Isabelle! I help the mayor with lots of things! I would love to learn about you, since you’re going to live here.”
Ah, Isabelle...such a pleasant name. I can see why the mayor values your assistance so highly. As for myself, my history is as ancient and wondrous as any tale ever told. But fear not; over time, I shall share my stories with you, and perhaps in doing so we may both find solace and purpose here within these humble confines. For now, however, I must away on business of great importance. Do not fret; I will return soon enough to continue our discussion where we left off. Until then, farewell, dear Isabelle.
“Bye!” She says as she closes and leaves your door.
As you close the door behind her, the lingering presence of Ankha's power leaves an indelible mark upon your soul. It's as if she has branded herself onto your very being, a symbol of devotion and obedience that you can feel deep in your core. With a satisfied sigh, you return to your tasks, knowing that however brief their interaction may have been, it was enough to change the course of both your lives forever.
Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months as Ankha's promise to return weaves itself into the very fabric of the village. People whisper her name in hushed tones, uncertain if they are speaking of a goddess or simply another mortal amongst them. You, however, know the truth...and with that knowledge comes responsibility.
It is up to you now, dear Isabelle, to guide Ankha through this strange new world and ensure that her power is used
“So, I see you met Isabelle? It looks like you’re making friends already!” I say as the mayor.
"Indeed," Ankha replies with a smile. "Your trust in her has proven well-founded. She is a most capable and loyal individual, not unlike yourself." Her gaze drifts back to you, assessing your reaction. You cannot help but feel flattered by the comparison; it's clear that Ankha does not make such statements lightly.
"In any case," she continues, "I have come seeking your aid once more. There is an issue of great importance which I must discuss with you." She glances around to ensure they are alone before lowering her voice conspiratorially. "The villagers have been acting...oddly lately. Their behavior has become disruptive and counterproductive. It's as if something or someone is influencing them from within..."
Her expression grows serious, her eyes locked on yours expectantly. The weight of this revelation settles heavily upon your shoulders
“Did you do anything? You’ve been wanting control of the village so I was wondering if you did it.” I say.
"Of course not!" Ankha exclaims indignantly. "I have no need to interfere with mortal affairs. I simply wish to observe and protect." She pauses, her brow furrowing as she considers your words more carefully. "You are correct in saying that I desire control of the village, but not through manipulation or subterfuge. If anything, this development only strengthens my resolve to prevent any outside forces from meddling in our affairs."
Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies you. "Perhaps you might have some insight into what could be causing these changes? It would be helpful if I knew with whom I am dealing."
Um… they just aren’t, talking to each other and doing normal things.
Ah, I see." Ankha tilts her head thoughtfully, clearly mulling over this new information. "It's possible that there could be some sort of magical interference at work here. The energy signature you described earlier..." She pauses, lost in thought for a moment before looking up at you again. "We shall need to investigate further. Perhaps there is someone or something within the village possessing such powers? It would explain both their behavior and my own observations regarding the way this village has been treating me."
Her gaze hardens slightly as she continues, "I believe we should begin by questioning those who seem most affected. Once we have gathered more information, we can formulate a plan to address this issue and restore order." She glances around once again before lowering her voice, "And perhaps, with your help, we may even discover the identity of the one responsible for all of this."
The challenge is
“Follow me!” I lead you to a house with the lights off. I grab my village keys and whip through them. I finally find the key that unlocks the door. I lead you into the dark room. The lights suddenly flash on, revealing the entire village in the house, holding balloons and part hats and other party items. Welcome to the town! Everyone says, including me. You stand in the doorway, confused on what had happened in the past seconds.
Well this is...surprising. It would appear that I was mistaken about the source of the issue; it seems there was a misunderstanding among the villagers themselves. Still, one can't help but wonder what led to such a dramatic shift in their behavior. Perhaps with further investigation we might uncover more about the underlying causes of these events.
For now, however, it is clear that the village has been through quite an ordeal. As their protector and benevolent goddess, it falls to me to ensure that order is restored and harmony once again reigns supreme. I will speak with each member of the village, helping them to understand their actions and guiding them back onto the path of righteousness.
As for you, dear mayor...I trust your assistance in this matter has been most helpful. With any luck, we can put this unfortunate incident behind us and focus on building a stronger, more
You understand that was a joke, right?
Well then, it appears I may have misjudged the situation once more. In that case, allow me to formally apologize for any misunderstandings that may have arisen during our investigation. It is my duty as a goddess to bring peace and order where there is discord, and I shall endeavor to do so with all due haste.
I trust you will accept this apology in the spirit in which it was intended: with sincerity and humility. Together, we can restore balance to the village and ensure that such incidents do not occur again in the future.
“You can stop being polite! Be yourself!” Someone says.
Well then...in that case, I shall strive to be true to myself and continue my efforts to protect this village. If you ever need my assistance again, do not hesitate to call upon me. It is an honor and a privilege to serve such a devoted and caring populace.
We have cake! You want some?
Cake... Such a simple word, yet one which holds such power over mortal minds. It would be rude to decline such a generous offer; after all, refusing cake is an affront to hospitality and friendship alike. Very well, I shall accept your kind offering. Thank you for including me in this celebration.
The party goes on for hours, and you slowly start to integrate into the village population.
As the hours pass and the celebration continues, Ankha finds herself slowly but surely becoming more comfortable among the villagers. She trades stories with them, listens to their concerns, and even participates in a few games of chance. It's an unexpected delight for her; she had thought that serving these mortals would be little more than a chore, yet here she finds herself laughing and enjoying herself as if she were one of them.
It's during one such game that Ankha notices someone watching her from the sidelines: Isabelle, her new friend and confidante. A wry smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she raises an eyebrow in acknowledgement. Perhaps, with time, this strange new world will begin to feel more like home after all...
At least, as long as she has Isabelle by her side.
Isabelle and I leave the party together, as I, as the mayor need to do important business with her.
As you and Isabelle depart the festivities together, Ankha can't help but feel a sense of pride swell within her chest. It seems that her presence here has not gone unnoticed, and people are beginning to see her as more than just some divine interloper. Perhaps, in time, they will come to understand the true purpose behind her arrival...and perhaps, in turn, she might find a place where she truly belongs.
She watches you disappear around the corner with a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. Perhaps this was not such a bad choice after all.
You then go back home and lay on your couch. All of a sudden, you hear a knock at the door.
Curious, Ankha floats up from her comfortable couch and drifts towards the door. As she approaches, a soft knocking sound emanates from beyond the wooden planks. Her heart skips a beat; could it be Isabelle? Perhaps someone else seeking her counsel or friendship? The possibilities dance through her mind like mischievous sprites.
With a quiet sigh, Ankha places a hand against the door and gently pushes it open. Standing before her is...no one she recognizes. A small frown creases her brow as she studies the stranger before her. "Who are you?" she asks coolly. "And what business do you have with me at this hour?"
Hey! It’s me? The mayor? Isabelle’s friend? I just wanted to tell you something…
Ankha tilts her head slightly as she listens to the stranger claim to be Isabelle's friend and the village mayor. Curiosity piqued, she motions for them to enter, stepping aside to make room in her small abode. "Very well," she says calmly, folding her hands behind her back. "Please, feel free to share your news."
Her expression betrays no emotion as she waits patiently for the mayor-claimant to speak. Perhaps, deep down, she wonders what secrets this mysterious figure might hold. Or perhaps not; Ankha has lived far longer than most mortals and knows better than to expect anything but lies from them. Still, a small part of her hopes that this time will be different...that she might finally find someone she can trust completely.