Secret Dove [ENNEAD x Female Reader]

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"Are there only fishing boats here?" Seth inquired, casting a gaze at the fishing boats and the fishermen around the lake.

Ruelle took that moment to join the fray, walking up behind them. "To go upstream, we need a boat with sails," he explained, glancing past the fishermen toward the direction of the current.

Seth mulled over the prospect of using a boat with sails, letting the bird that Horus had left with him perch upon his shoulder as he continued to ponder the question. "Isn't there anyone here who can construct one?" he inquired, turning to the foreign god for input.

The foreign god, having noticed the bird atop Seth's shoulder, couldn't help but feel a flicker of interest. He tilted his head to get a closer look at the avian before shifting his attention back to Seth's question. "The local builders here can probably construct a fishing boat, but we would need to find someone with enough wealth to utilize a larger boat," he responded.

Seth took note of one of the fishermen in the distance, staring at him with what seemed like annoyance. "Hey," he called out, which caused the fisherman to turn their attention towards him. The man looked startled and fearful upon hearing Seth's words and immediately took off running.

Seth immediately gave chase, calling out, "You bastard! I'm glad I found you!" He continued to yell as he rushed towards the fleeing fisherman, the foreign god accidentally letting go of the camel's leash in the process. Ruelle and [Name] observed the scene with confusion, and the bird was seen following Seth as he advanced.

"You thought you could stab me in the back and run off?" Seth continued his verbal assault as he closed the distance between himself and the fisherman. The camel and the foreign god watched from a safe distance, both unsure of what was happening and why Seth was so angry.

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Seth's movements were swift as he closed the distance between himself and the fleeing fisherman and grabbed hold of the man, careful not to apply too much pressure on his neck. The fisherman was left motionless, his eyes flickering with fear as he looked up at Seth.

The foreign god approached from behind, with the camel, Ruelle, and [Name] close behind. "Do you know each other?" He asked, his eyes jumping from one man to the next as he tried to understand the situation.

"My gods!" The man exclaimed, his eyes darting from Seth's red hair to his face, "Look how bright and shiny! But brother, ya hit the jackpot!" The fisherman's mouth split open in an exaggerated expression of surprise. "I never seen that color in my life! Is that what premium henna looks like? The fancy red looks good on ya!"

Seth was about to lash out at the fisherman out of pure anger but before he could make a move, the foreign god interposed himself between the two, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Technically, I was your master," the foreign god said calmly, his tone soothing and calm in the face of Seth's aggression.

Seth's eyes widened at the foreign god's statement, and he shifted his attention towards him. "You wanna die?!" He raged, "I told you I was never a slave!" His anger was palpable, and the fisherman stood watching with interest, sensing the tension rising.

"Good heavens! What a splendid lady you have here!" The man exclaimed, sounding almost overcome with awe. He approached [Name] and took hold of her hand, his eyes sparkling with reverence as he bowed.

[Name], for her part, greeted the man with a small but courteous smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she responded, her voice reflecting her good manners.