Your dreams are vivid, shifting sands in lands far from here. You can see a place far away, as if you were there long ago. The smell of dry air warmed over time pummels you in a strong wind. As you turn about you can see three large structures looming above the sand and dunes. You begin to walk toward them, noticing movement at their bases. The sand is shifting, slowing your gait. The air has started to become rank with decay, a fetid odor overcoming your senses. You can remember it, but its memory is fleeting, lost just as you seem to recall it. You can feel a hand upon your shoulder shaking you as your dream begins to fade...

"Hey, wake up," as you snap to your surroundings. A darkened apartment room. The voice is hallow and croaking, the hand not pleasant. You can feel the talons dig into your arm, as it shoves you again.

"Rise and shine," in the same voice. "Must not sleep all day, lazy, and lazy again I say. I am hungry, feed me," as the breath brings tears to your eyes. You suppress a gag as you turn over to regard the clock that clearly states 5:00 in glowing red led. You feel as if a small child is hopping on the bed, before you groggily become more aware of where you are at.

5 am. Who gets up and 5 am? Apparently she does. She sits up slowly. Her hair is a mess from tossing and turning from the dream. She can still smell the decay, then the breath. She knows that breath anywhere.

"Horus's beak"

She opens her eyes, and lets herself focus her vision locks onto the "child" bouncing on the bed. She knows who it is. She couldn't get the dream out of her head. What does this dream mean? What was that place? Why was it so familiar to her? All these questions loop through her head.

She looks around her apparently looking over the meager furnishings. She has a statue of Bast near the bed. A statue of Ra over her door way, and some tapestries from her home land adorn the walls.

"Good morning" She whispers then yawns. Big mistake with the stench in the air.

 With the light snapping on you spot the large and clumsy black bird. Its neck and head completely naked of feathers, with a large orange bill it is truly a sight most might not enjoy being awakened by. It hops about the room in a strange rhythm appearing to be excited about something.

"Get up, Get up, you must not be late. Busy day, very busy day, what to wear, what to say, all important. Get out of bed," with a flurry of his wings. He spreads them wide, easily six feet in width and a pronounced CRAWWW sound that you are certain will resound through your walls.

"I needs food my lovely, something rotted I hope," as the wing beat finally brings the stench of his breath your way. He heads toward the open doorway leading to the kitchen.

"Hungry," in the same nasally croaking voice you have become accustomed to.

Yes, she has grown most accustomed to the smell. In fact, it makes her feel better. It reminds her of home. As Nasr caws she slides out of bed,and chuckles.

"Yes, must not be late for my first day at the museum."

Hebony walks over to the fridge and pulls out a large hunk of meat that she bought. It was past it's expiration date, and beginning to develop a smell. Perfect for her friend.

"I realize this isn't fresh dead. I hope it will work."

Placing the piece of meat on the counter, she walks over to her rolling dresser. She opens it up and looks into it. Something that would be appropriate to wear this is what she is looking for. She could wear the black dress, or could also try the leggings and tunic. Hebony nods making a choice. She grabs her desert tan tunic with sand work motif collar, and white leggings. This combined with the tan slippers.

"There now I look ready for work. I do hope that Dr Saif doesn't piss me off. I would hate to do something he would regret"

She speaks as she makes her way to the mirror to take a look at herself. She began to get excited about the day, but she was feeling better that Nasr was there. She knew he would find her. He always knew to the say the right thing. She grabs a comb to run it through her thick, black hair in an attempt to make it presentable.

 At the offering of expired carrion he starts jumping in upcoming excitement.

"It's perfect, you always have taken care of me," as he dives into the rotted meat ripping strips off of it. He manages to devour everything by the time you finish getting dressed.

"Don't let the man upset you, you must be there..." in a cryptic manner he often gets into when he speaks of things that he knows from the other side. He hops back and forth as if settling his food well into his gullet before he continues.

"Must be there early, should seven it be you will become lost and confused here. Seven it must be and a woman you seek, a doctor but not as those you are familiar with. Verdant shall be her shade, a laden tree upon the Nile indeed."

She stops and listens to him, as she always does. Pearls of wisdom from him has always given her direction. Though confusing she mulls it over. Interpretation at this point, she knows, is pointless but that doesn't mean she can't guess. Checking herself in the mirror then she checks her watch, its six.

"If that is the case ,dear friend, then I have a job to go to."

She gives her dearest friend her best smile, and grabs her purse. She continued to mull it over. Either she is looking for a green female doctor, or an unexperienced doctor. She learned a long time ago to never question Nasr, but to except his words. She whispers a prayer to Bast, and to Ra to protect her and shine a light upon her.  She reaches for the door knob and blows Nasr a kiss as she always does. Its time to make her way to the library.

 She turns to see Nasr pruning his feathers, obviously this new environment not particularly to his liking. In the dim light she notices that he has started sprouting some additional pinfeathers and they are not very comfortable.

"Seven is the hour of telling, do not dally or the time will have past. Your place here depends upon it..." as she exits the doorway.

"I understand my dear friend"

With this she takes off down the stairs of the apartment. She looks at her watch and realizes she needs to really book it. As she hits to the street she takes off jogging. She has to make it on time. Nars words go through her mind. Her first month here, and she's already getting into mysteries. (Switching to museum)