Bastet
The Story of Bastet
Bastet enters the room on soft soundless steps. Her delicate stride muted on the lush wool carpet, intricately carved as a pale bouquet of garden splendor. Moving with graceful repose, Bast gently composes herself upon the velvet divan, lifting her face toward the warm golden light, tenderly diffused through lace covered windows.
Pausing to reflect in silent introspection, she carefully inspects her surroundings, her santuary.
Bathed in an ethereal glow of cream and white, the room is a dulcet symphony of royal simplicity. The bed is clothed in lofty down, and draped in gossomer silk. Along a facing wall hangs a large tapestry enticing the veiwer to enter the enchanting world of an English garden. Lulling the dreamer into romantic ruminations of a time long past - arousing the body to delightful tremors of exquisite pleasure. Ever so gently, the sweet murmur of water pulls the viewer back into their continuance of presence.
Something was different. Bastet’s keen senses allerts her to a subtle change in the room. She scans the room with acute awareness, and intense curiosity. The violet blue of her eyes were luminous with discovery. Jumping off the settee, Bastet languidly stretches with seemingly demure intentions. Approaching the “paper” bag she inspects it with stealth and precision. Circling with the barest twitch of anticipation - Bastet formulates a plan to open this alien interloper and disclose it’s contents; for undoubtly it contains a present for her!
After gingerly pawing the fluid exterior, she expertly tips the bag over to reveal a clever gap beneath the waxy folds. Tentively peering with the tip of her nose she lightly eases into the interior with a swish of her tail. The “paper” bag is hers to claim, and possess the prize within.
