Merchants from Crete had come to Thebes with spices and wines to sell. And they also brought slaves.
The Slave Master from Pharoahs palace purchased the entire lot, sight unseen, to be trained to work the laundry, in the fields and as scullery workers. In this lot was one wild eyed child. A mute female that seemed to be able to only make gutteral animal sounds. A female that had been captured during a village raid along a steamy jungle trek.

For want of a better name, she was referred to only as Murr, and was regulated to the lowest jobs, cleaning the refuse canals and sent up the smoke holes to clear debris from chimneys.
But as time passed, the mute grew into a rare beauty, with odd golden eyes and a grace that made one think of the prowling great cats of Bast's temple. However as the Slave Master attempted to train her for public service, he found the mute to be unable to understand the concepts and finailly gave up, sending her instead to the gardens, to work under the blaze of the sun, grooming the gardens and the walkways.

It was there, while she crouched to drag weeds from a murky waterway, that she caught His eye. There isnt much to say, one cant call it rape when one is owned, can you?
Later when Murr was found to be bearing, she couldnt say and would not give indication as to who planted the seed, so the female that was born, was just another slave to be raised, owned and used, by her own fathers hand.

In her youth, the features that would distingush her later in life, were softened and rounded by babyfat, then later by the wild mass of hair that her mother allowed to grow untamed. She ran wild, a small favorite in the lower pens, speaking for her mother, rarely far from Murr's side when allowed. Until the day she returned to their shared pallet...only to find her mother was gone, having been sent as a gift, to a Moorish nobel when the mute caught his eye.

Alone and abandoned, without her mother , she seemed to slip deeper and deeper into a lassitude, uncaring if she were punished for her innatentive work, that is until the day she met a strange Man in the reeds at the side of the Nile.
His name he gave, only as Hawk, and this man she soon came to call grandfather, as he taught her the stories seen in the stars, taught her about life outside the palace walls and would sooth her as she spilled tears of frustration and pain on his shoulder.
He became her touchstone, her anchor and refuge. Until the day when her leggy budding beauty had been noticed and soon the womanchild called Ibon, was seperated from the rest and sent in the hold of a merchants barge, to be an offering to the gods.