[Why is she talking? It is mostly to herself, he assumes, but it is strange she is talking at all. Can she not keep her thoughts in her mind...? Weird. His head turns back to look at her just to make sure it is only herself she is talking to and it is. He shakes his head and continues on.
Once they are out of the desert and into the kingdom, to the palace, servants immediately rush to Set. To take his cloak and hand him the nemes, the symbol of his leadership, which is draped over his shoulder. His golden accessories that adorn his chest are now evident. He tells the servants to bring water for Mithiel and motions once more for Mithiel to follow him.
Thoth is waiting for him in his room. The god of the moon, of wisdom, and writing. He is slight but he shines like the moon would with his white hair and light red eyes. He looks gentle...until he does not. Quickly his face turns to anger. Thoth is also the god of reckoning and it shows when he starts to shout at Set for disappearing again. Mithiel may not be able to understand what Thoth is saying but it must be obvious that he is insulting Set. He needs to stop leaving by himself, he needs to be less careless, and why is he bringing strange people into the palace? Set explains his side, how it seemed like a bad idea to let her have her lay of the land if she was an enemy. There are more hushed arguments until Thoth shakes his head, smiling to Mithiel. Better for his attention to go to her than a king who was never meant to be a king anyway.
Thoth moves to Mithiel and smiles, pointing to his head with his fingers and then to her. Asking if he may touch her forehead. If she bends down for him, because Thoth is small, he puts the tips to his fingers to her, letting his magic envelop her. He focuses, speaking, trying to see when he will understand her.]
Do you understand? Do you now?
[Set rolls his eyes.] Will you keep asking her that?
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Once they are out of the desert and into the kingdom, to the palace, servants immediately rush to Set. To take his cloak and hand him the nemes, the symbol of his leadership, which is draped over his shoulder. His golden accessories that adorn his chest are now evident. He tells the servants to bring water for Mithiel and motions once more for Mithiel to follow him.
Thoth is waiting for him in his room. The god of the moon, of wisdom, and writing. He is slight but he shines like the moon would with his white hair and light red eyes. He looks gentle...until he does not. Quickly his face turns to anger. Thoth is also the god of reckoning and it shows when he starts to shout at Set for disappearing again. Mithiel may not be able to understand what Thoth is saying but it must be obvious that he is insulting Set. He needs to stop leaving by himself, he needs to be less careless, and why is he bringing strange people into the palace? Set explains his side, how it seemed like a bad idea to let her have her lay of the land if she was an enemy. There are more hushed arguments until Thoth shakes his head, smiling to Mithiel. Better for his attention to go to her than a king who was never meant to be a king anyway.
Thoth moves to Mithiel and smiles, pointing to his head with his fingers and then to her. Asking if he may touch her forehead. If she bends down for him, because Thoth is small, he puts the tips to his fingers to her, letting his magic envelop her. He focuses, speaking, trying to see when he will understand her.]
Do you understand? Do you now?
[Set rolls his eyes.] Will you keep asking her that?