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As the war in Egypt dragged on, Athena was beginning to grow weary. It didn’t help that Athenia was still struggling to recover from the chaos of the riots the month before. Athena wished she had more time to turn her attention in that direction. However, that was not something she wanted to focus on at this point. There was no reason to let the Egyptian gods learn any potential weaknesses that could be exploited against Greece. No, she was hoping that perhaps she could end this war once and for all by negotiating with the Egyptian gods to find a satisfactory solution for both sides.
To that end, Athena had arranged for a meeting with Horus. She was no fan of the Egyptian gods, but she found that Horus could at least be reasoned with. Still, she wasn’t taking any chances. She had arrived to the meeting in her full armor, freshly polished in order to make a good impression. She also brought her spear. She didn’t want to give him a chance to try anything. She was reluctant even to admit that there was any merit in having this meeting at all, but she had been stretched so thin between the war and Athenia that she was willing to try anything at this point.
This neutral ground was exactly that. Neutral. There seemed to be nothing of any real substance here, other than some sort of vague mist. It was so eerie. While she was waiting for Horus to arrive, Athena didn’t bother to conjure up a place to sit. She was used to standing, besides, she was too restless to think about sitting at a time like this. She wanted to get in, come up with some sort of arrangement and then leave. She had no desire to stay in this unsettling place any longer than necessary.
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As the war in Egypt dragged on, Athena was beginning to grow weary. It didn’t help that Athenia was still struggling to recover from the chaos of the riots the month before. Athena wished she had more time to turn her attention in that direction. However, that was not something she wanted to focus on at this point. There was no reason to let the Egyptian gods learn any potential weaknesses that could be exploited against Greece. No, she was hoping that perhaps she could end this war once and for all by negotiating with the Egyptian gods to find a satisfactory solution for both sides.
To that end, Athena had arranged for a meeting with Horus. She was no fan of the Egyptian gods, but she found that Horus could at least be reasoned with. Still, she wasn’t taking any chances. She had arrived to the meeting in her full armor, freshly polished in order to make a good impression. She also brought her spear. She didn’t want to give him a chance to try anything. She was reluctant even to admit that there was any merit in having this meeting at all, but she had been stretched so thin between the war and Athenia that she was willing to try anything at this point.
This neutral ground was exactly that. Neutral. There seemed to be nothing of any real substance here, other than some sort of vague mist. It was so eerie. While she was waiting for Horus to arrive, Athena didn’t bother to conjure up a place to sit. She was used to standing, besides, she was too restless to think about sitting at a time like this. She wanted to get in, come up with some sort of arrangement and then leave. She had no desire to stay in this unsettling place any longer than necessary.
As the war in Egypt dragged on, Athena was beginning to grow weary. It didn’t help that Athenia was still struggling to recover from the chaos of the riots the month before. Athena wished she had more time to turn her attention in that direction. However, that was not something she wanted to focus on at this point. There was no reason to let the Egyptian gods learn any potential weaknesses that could be exploited against Greece. No, she was hoping that perhaps she could end this war once and for all by negotiating with the Egyptian gods to find a satisfactory solution for both sides.
To that end, Athena had arranged for a meeting with Horus. She was no fan of the Egyptian gods, but she found that Horus could at least be reasoned with. Still, she wasn’t taking any chances. She had arrived to the meeting in her full armor, freshly polished in order to make a good impression. She also brought her spear. She didn’t want to give him a chance to try anything. She was reluctant even to admit that there was any merit in having this meeting at all, but she had been stretched so thin between the war and Athenia that she was willing to try anything at this point.
This neutral ground was exactly that. Neutral. There seemed to be nothing of any real substance here, other than some sort of vague mist. It was so eerie. While she was waiting for Horus to arrive, Athena didn’t bother to conjure up a place to sit. She was used to standing, besides, she was too restless to think about sitting at a time like this. She wanted to get in, come up with some sort of arrangement and then leave. She had no desire to stay in this unsettling place any longer than necessary.
Horus was not a fan of the strange inbetween, the bridge between the ethers. Nor was he a fan of being summoned to speak with greek gods, as if the Kemetics were on call to their whims. But he liked to think himself a reasonable being, and so he had set aside both dislikes to make the journey here today. He came with all the arrogance of one who had watched the little greek army’s spirit wither away as they lost a commander - to the hands of one of their own as well - and then the Crown Prince. The man still clung to life by a thread, Horus wished he had given the spear a little harder push, then there would be no messy loose ends.
When he stepped into the grey drudgery of The Wilderness, there was a small smile that graced his lips at the sight of the Olympian that waited there. Athena herself, all shiny and decked out in her armour as if they were to go to war themselves.
Harseisis wore no armour. His skin gleamed burnished copper, the curved blade at his hip burned brighter still. Tall and with a lean musculature, he was barely dressed at all in comparison to the other god. He eyed the spear with a mild amusement present in the sky blue eyes.
“Salām 'alaykum”. The Sky God paused and nodded to the Olympian. “I thought you wished to talk but you appear ready for a fight. If I’d known I would have come better prepared”
Of course, Horus had no need for anything other than himself to wreak whatever damage he saw fit, and Athena knew it too. His words were slightly mocking of her get-up, but the Kemetic god did not let the words linger.
With a flick of his wrist he’d coloured the swirling vapours as a cloudless sky, a distant sunset. “No reason for us to talk in such drab surroundings.” he said with a shrug, before sinking down on a low lounge that had also appeared as if from nowhere. “You wanted my attention, you have it. So speak, Goddess.”
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Horus was not a fan of the strange inbetween, the bridge between the ethers. Nor was he a fan of being summoned to speak with greek gods, as if the Kemetics were on call to their whims. But he liked to think himself a reasonable being, and so he had set aside both dislikes to make the journey here today. He came with all the arrogance of one who had watched the little greek army’s spirit wither away as they lost a commander - to the hands of one of their own as well - and then the Crown Prince. The man still clung to life by a thread, Horus wished he had given the spear a little harder push, then there would be no messy loose ends.
When he stepped into the grey drudgery of The Wilderness, there was a small smile that graced his lips at the sight of the Olympian that waited there. Athena herself, all shiny and decked out in her armour as if they were to go to war themselves.
Harseisis wore no armour. His skin gleamed burnished copper, the curved blade at his hip burned brighter still. Tall and with a lean musculature, he was barely dressed at all in comparison to the other god. He eyed the spear with a mild amusement present in the sky blue eyes.
“Salām 'alaykum”. The Sky God paused and nodded to the Olympian. “I thought you wished to talk but you appear ready for a fight. If I’d known I would have come better prepared”
Of course, Horus had no need for anything other than himself to wreak whatever damage he saw fit, and Athena knew it too. His words were slightly mocking of her get-up, but the Kemetic god did not let the words linger.
With a flick of his wrist he’d coloured the swirling vapours as a cloudless sky, a distant sunset. “No reason for us to talk in such drab surroundings.” he said with a shrug, before sinking down on a low lounge that had also appeared as if from nowhere. “You wanted my attention, you have it. So speak, Goddess.”
Horus was not a fan of the strange inbetween, the bridge between the ethers. Nor was he a fan of being summoned to speak with greek gods, as if the Kemetics were on call to their whims. But he liked to think himself a reasonable being, and so he had set aside both dislikes to make the journey here today. He came with all the arrogance of one who had watched the little greek army’s spirit wither away as they lost a commander - to the hands of one of their own as well - and then the Crown Prince. The man still clung to life by a thread, Horus wished he had given the spear a little harder push, then there would be no messy loose ends.
When he stepped into the grey drudgery of The Wilderness, there was a small smile that graced his lips at the sight of the Olympian that waited there. Athena herself, all shiny and decked out in her armour as if they were to go to war themselves.
Harseisis wore no armour. His skin gleamed burnished copper, the curved blade at his hip burned brighter still. Tall and with a lean musculature, he was barely dressed at all in comparison to the other god. He eyed the spear with a mild amusement present in the sky blue eyes.
“Salām 'alaykum”. The Sky God paused and nodded to the Olympian. “I thought you wished to talk but you appear ready for a fight. If I’d known I would have come better prepared”
Of course, Horus had no need for anything other than himself to wreak whatever damage he saw fit, and Athena knew it too. His words were slightly mocking of her get-up, but the Kemetic god did not let the words linger.
With a flick of his wrist he’d coloured the swirling vapours as a cloudless sky, a distant sunset. “No reason for us to talk in such drab surroundings.” he said with a shrug, before sinking down on a low lounge that had also appeared as if from nowhere. “You wanted my attention, you have it. So speak, Goddess.”
