It was hard not to stare ... blue eyes remained locked in the other as she moved through the narrow streets of the Pharaoh’s city––the name her nomad tribe used to call it before settling in.  The woman’s pale skin and strange hair color made her stare mesmerized, just like the rest of Egyptians were. A foreigner, she guessed... of those whose robes and jewelry spoke of royalty instead of simple middle class commoners. Her eyes continued to stare hard on the other, it was no envy, but pure curiosity the reason why she couldn’t drive her eyes elsewhere.

“...What?”