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Isis sat quietly near the fire in Brighid's main room, a smile on her face and a bottomless mug in her hand. She was glad to see her friend awake again, of course... Though the first month was always an interesting one too see. Maiden Goddesses weren't that prevalent in her own culture. There were greeks of plenty at the event...She'd not seen such an overabundance of them since her own days on Olympus, the first time around. It was amusing to watch them, and a nice relaxation from her own troubles, which she was trying to currently ignore. She didn't even bother trying to damp down the chaos inside her, instead letting it swirl a bit around her, almost relaxing in a way.
Until, of course, she felt the frantic woman of her sister's enter her own courtyard, even though she wasn't home. A frantic Priestess of Nephthys could only mean her sister was in trouble. A dark scowl crossed her face as she tried to gage the severity of hysteria arriving in her home, and deciding if she needed to go take care of it, or if her own staff would suffice.
Until, of course, she felt the frantic woman of her sister's enter her own courtyard, even though she wasn't home. A frantic Priestess of Nephthys could only mean her sister was in trouble. A dark scowl crossed her face as she tried to gage the severity of hysteria arriving in her home, and deciding if she needed to go take care of it, or if her own staff would suffice.