Flowshipping (Priestess Isis/Kisara)

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"Are you all right? Are you lost?"

It was honestly the last thing Kisara had expected to hear, but despite the calm, kind tone to the words, she jumped anyway, whipping around with her shoulders tense.

The woman who had spoken hesitated, her lips parting. Almost imperceptibly, she shifted backwards, as though to give Kisara space. She was beautiful, Kisara thought immediately—elegant and graceful in her motions, in the way that her dress hugged her form, in the way that her hair fell in obsidian waves across beautiful brown skin.

"I didn't mean to startle you," the woman said, her voice sounding apologetic.

This was also surprising. When Kisara had awoken in a strange place, some kind of palace she had never seen, she had expected she would have to sneak out to avoid being attacked like she had in the marketplace. But this woman seemed...kind. Gentle. She was keeping her distance, as though to keep Kisara at ease.

"My name is Isis," the woman said. "I'm a priestess of the pharaoh...you look lost...and more than a little sick. Are you all right?"

Kisara blinked, and blushed, wondering just how bad she looked. Isis frowned as she tilted her head, deep blue eyes considering Kisara for a moment.

"That mark on your cheek—did someone strike you?"

Kisara jumped a little, and her hand unconsciously went to the bruise that had formed on her cheek from one of the stones thrown at her.

"Ah...it's...it's nothing," she mumbled, the first thing she had been able to say. "I don't want to trouble you, priestess..."

"It's not nothing," Isis said. She hesitated, then stepped forward, slowly, as though to quietly ask Kisara if it was okay. Kisara didn't move as the woman approached her. Gentle hands touched the bruise ever so softly, as Isis' eyes focused in on the wound. She frowned.

"You have more wounds," she said. "...stones. Someone threw stones at you."

Kisara blinked. How had Isis guessed at the other bruises under her tunic, the ones she had been trying to ignore as she walked?

"How did you..."

"And I'd imagine your feet hurt terribly," she said. "Since you've come such a long way, and barefoot. My goodness. You've been through the heat, haven't you?"

Kisara found herself blushing at the woman's concern.

"I'm fine...really..."

Isis put her hand on Kisara's shoulder. Kisara looked up, and found Isis smiling at her.

"It's all right," she said. Her hand came up to the strange eye shaped necklace about her throat. Was there...was there something magical about that necklace? Kisara felt an unnatural gaze emanating from it, as though it could look into her soul. "I can see things that others do not. I know why you're here, and how much you've been through. Please, allow me to assist you. I'll bring the Priest Set as soon as your wounds are tended to."

Kisara's eyes widened. She—she knew about Set? And—and he was here?

Is that why I woke up at the palace? She wondered. Did...did he find me?

Kisara found herself relaxing under Isis' hands.

"Thank you," she breathed, feeling the tension rush out of her. She felt...she felt safe here, under Isis' smile. As though no one could hurt her. "I...I've been so tired."

Isis smiled, and slid her hand down to clasp Kisara's in both of hers, squeezing.

"I know," she said. "Don't worry. Everything will be all right."

Then she tilted her head.

"I have seen a few things about where you've come from," she said. "But I don't know your name."

Kisara smiled up at the kind woman, feeling as though something had finally gone right.

"Kisara," she said. "I'm Kisara."

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A/N: What a cute one. I actually ship Kisara with Ishizu so this was a great one for me to work on :D Next is Floatshipping (Priestess Isis x Thief King Bakura)