Blood matters little, can't you see?
It was late afternoon. The visitants were crowding the exits, the workers beginning to pack and leave for the weekend. It was when the museum seemed the more magical, statues of old kings and remains of an ancient past almost magical in the darkness.
Isis had been thinking in working late. The director had made sure to turn her schedule upside down with his decision, after all, and there was much to do before she left. Work would continue without her - The Gods knew she wasn't that important - but it wouldn't hurt to leave everything done, would it?
Rishid's words had disturbed her plans as well. Though this disturbance was welcomed and accepted. She missed him. Sometimes, Isis thought Rishid couldn't really understand that, for her, he was her brother. Blood or not, it didn't matter. He was her brother and she wouldn't allow anyone to say otherwise. Besides, it had been months since she had seen him.
As soon as the clock showed six pm, the young woman was already covered by her long coat, leaving in the direction of the entrance hall. He was pontual, no use to keep him waiting.
[Tag, Rishid!]
Isis had been thinking in working late. The director had made sure to turn her schedule upside down with his decision, after all, and there was much to do before she left. Work would continue without her - The Gods knew she wasn't that important - but it wouldn't hurt to leave everything done, would it?
Rishid's words had disturbed her plans as well. Though this disturbance was welcomed and accepted. She missed him. Sometimes, Isis thought Rishid couldn't really understand that, for her, he was her brother. Blood or not, it didn't matter. He was her brother and she wouldn't allow anyone to say otherwise. Besides, it had been months since she had seen him.
As soon as the clock showed six pm, the young woman was already covered by her long coat, leaving in the direction of the entrance hall. He was pontual, no use to keep him waiting.
[Tag, Rishid!]