#mephat

[5blight]

ohhh yehag those dunmers ……..

[mirage-babey]

Wraith and Watson become friends, and eventually Natalie notices how Wraith looks at Mirage. Later that night, a conversation ensues. “You’re fond of Elliot, aren’t you?” Natalie asks her. Wraith tries to hide her surprise. “No..” Wraith says, but Watson just keeps looking at her until she says, “Maybe... he’s just.. intriguing.” After that night, Natalie is the best wing woman Wraith could ask for. She sets Wraith and Mirage up on a date, and although Wraith has no experience, she’s so happy.

Natalie wasn’t a people person. It’s why she preoccupied herself with science and engineering - electricity was universal, it had been studied, tried, and tested. People were different. People weren’t predictable.

But Natalie could still find similarities between electricity and people. She could see the sparks that made a mirror of the two subjects.

She could see the sparks in Wraith’s eyes whenever the mysterious legend happened to look at him.

“You’re fond of Elliott, aren’t you?” It had taken Natalie a long time to reach a point at which she could say she and Wraith were friends, so she hoped this wouldn’t overstep any boundaries.

Wraith blinks, brows raised, before she steels her expression, hiding her surprise behind and impassive mask. “What?”

“The way you look at him is very sweet,” Natalie smiles encouragingly. “There’s no shame in liking him.”

“I don’t like him,” Wraith’s voice is firm, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. Natalie gives her a look, and the void jumping legend averts her gaze. “I don’t like him. He’s just... intriguing.”

The blonde claps her hands together, beaming at her friend’s confession, the shine in her eyes alluding to the plan forming in her mind.

It’s what leads the young engineer to slide into a bar seat that evening. It’s far from her preferred scene, but everyone knows of the one and only Mirage’s talents as a bartender, so here Natalie found herself.

“Wattson! What brings you here?” Elliott grins at her from behind the bar.

“I found out some positively electrifying news today, and thought I should celebrate!” A melodic laugh escapes her at her own joke.

“Oh? What happened?” The famed legend asks, sliding her a non-alcoholic drink of her choice. Natalie doesn’t miss the way his eyes flicker along the length of the bar, searching for a familiar face.

“Looking for Wraith?” Elliott jolts at the question the young woman asks so innocently.

“What? No, I’m just...” With a nervous laugh, he trails off, trying to find an excuse. “Yeah, I got nothing. How’d you know?”

“She looks for you the same way.” Natalie shrugs, taking a sip from the glass.

He looks taken aback by this comment. “She, uh, she does?”

“Mhm,” The matchmaker hums. “You should ask her out.”

Elliott gawks at her as though she’s just grown another head. “That’s loadi- ludicra- ludeecr- that’s out of the question!”

“Why?”

“It’s Wraith, she doesn’t like anyone.”

“She likes you.”

Elliott Witt swallows thickly, obviously clinging to such reassurances but still hesitant to act on such claims.

Natalie sighs, leaning a little further forward and nodding to the other end of the bar. “Listen, she came in a few minutes ago - and she wouldn’t be here if weren’t for the fact you’re working,” Elliott follows her gaze to where the mysterious legend sits. Wraith seems wilfully ignorant of the people around her, but her eyes still flicker in the direction of Natalie and Elliott as if she knew they were watching her. “You should do something about it.”

The holographic trickster nods, the confidence of his Mirage facade slipping in this moment of nervousness. Still, he takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves and approaching the woman.

Natalie tries to subtly eavesdrop, moving to a booth near the pair and listening in.

“Wraith! Fancy seeing you here.”

“Elliott, hi.”

He clears his throat. “So, uh, would you like to maybe go out sometime? Just us?”

There’s a pause. “Just us?”

“Yeah, just us.”

“Like...?”

“On a date, preferably?”

Another pause. Natalie risks a glance at them.

Wraith’s smiling.

“I’d love to.”

“Oh, thank god- I, uh, I mean, of course you would!”

Wraith snorts. “That sounded confident.”

“Well, a little birdy told me some very encouraging information, so...”

“A little birdy, huh?”

“Yeah, a little birdy that’d I’d have to cut the power on if she was wrong.” He’s clearly joking, but it’s compensating for some kind of insecurity.

“Cut the power on a bird?” Wraith raises a brow, looking at Natalie from the corner of her eye. The younger woman is quick to shrink away, averting her gaze for just a moment before looking back.

Elliott wrinkles his nose. “Okay, yeah, so maybe that mepha- mephator?”

“Metaphor.”

“Okay, that metaphor has gone on too long, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Someone calls out to Elliott, dragging his attention away Wraith and back to his job despite his reluctance.

Natalie’s got a grin on her face when Wraith looks directly over at her and winks, mouthing the words “thank you” at the blonde.

She looks happy.

Yeah, Natalie wasn’t a people person. It’s why she preoccupied herself with science and engineering - electricity was universal, it had been studied, tried, and tested. People were different. People weren’t predictable.

But Natalie still found that the sparks between two people in love were just as wonderful to witness.

[archaeologyhub]

HeritageDaily، محققان از موزه باستان شناسی در پوزنان (Archaeological Museum in Poznań) مطالعه‌ای را بر روی انواع کتیبه‌ها، نقاشی‌ها و علایم کنده‌کاری شده بر سنگ‌های بیابانی، متعلق به بازه زمانی بیشتر از هزار سال در واحه داخله (Dakhla Oasis) و اطراف آن، انجام داده‌اند. کتیبه‌ها بیانگر آن هستند که بیش از ۵٠٠٠ سال پیش، قبل از حکمرانی فراعنه و حتی در زمان فراعنه به منظور ساخت بناها و مقابر عظیم برپا شده توسط مصریان باستان، کاروان‌هایی برای جستجو و انتقال مصالح خام به بیابان ‌های پهناور اعزام می‌شدند. یکی از سایت‌های مورد بررسی تپه‌ای در جنوب غربی واحه داخله است که در آن کتیبه‌های متعددی وجود دارند که حاکی از فرستادن کاروان‌هایی تحت امر فرمانروایانی چون خوفو (فرعونی که دستور ساخت هرم بزرگ جیزه را داد) است تا به مصالح خامی به نام مفات (mephat)  دست یابند. دکتر پاول پولکوفسکی (Paweł Polkowski) از موزه باستان‌شناسی پوزنان می‌افزاید: «ما احتمال می‌دهیم که منظور از آن، مصالح شیل (shale) است که در منطقه فراوان بوده است ، اکسید آهن زیادی دارد و احتمالا از پودر آن به عنوان رنگ قرمز و برای تزیین مقابر استفاده می‌شده است.»

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