He heard the voice, he heard the intent, and for the first time since he'd been made like this, he understood it. Fully, unclouded, unfiltered through the struggling scope of his reptile brain.
But he was just a bit... confused. He reared himself up, casting about himself in search of the means to do as she had asked. He knew he had come to this place purely on the strength of familiarity. This other place he was to go however... he didn't know where that even was
"????" he said aloud, hoping the Voice could understand him as well as he understood her.
"Och. Intae the Forge with ye -- how did ye THINK I meant ye ta come?" she spat, hefting herself out of her seat and catching up her serpent-headed walking stick to help her get down the stairs to her own Forge. The cobra hooded out, a gesture of alarm and worry at the idea, and she cackled.
"In ye go, accushle. Sure ye dinna think I'd let it harm ye?" She waved her hand at the banked coals as she descended into her own workspace, sketching a door in the flames as they leapt up to greet her. They curtained aside, revealing the other Forge's choked, thick darkness. Brighid licked her lips at the taste of iron coke and ash-laden steam.
The cobra's head appeared through the rift, still hooded and incredulous. Brighid tapped her stick on the stone floor and spat into the coals. "I'll nae be second guessed by a bloody snake, laddybuck! Now in ye come, or else ye can ask them fer help in sorting it all out
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"From my sister," Atropos rough voice came through, disembodied. "Who got it from my other sister, who got it from Erebos, our Darkness, who got it from a bastard of an idiot who thinks he's clever.
"Sorry fer the eavesdrop - saw the kid go to ya, and it seemed like an opportune time fer a chat. Mind if I come in? I gotta favor to ask ya."
"Atropos, accushle!" Brighid turned again, pendant dangling from her gnarled fingers. Once again the door opened in the flames, only this time the fierce orange light shaped itself into steps down from the anvil's edge -- deference to the Crone's knees, of course. The serpent, having no knees, hadn't much needed such.
"In ye come. Ye know my door's always open to ye." She summoned two of the thronelike chairs from the hall above, and sank into one as her friend approached. "Now ye say someone pitched this bit o mischief in amoungst yer ane? I reckon that's why Himself's in such a state as well, is it?"
"Well, I was just makin' a wager with Atropos here," Brighid said, conjuring a third throne from the shadow glow, "that an I were tae unmake this wee bit o tinsel and mischief, between she and thee, all the relevant bits o Chaos and Spinnerey could wind up back where they belonged with little or nae bloodshed."
She winked, and stretched her feet out before her. Both knees popped loudly. "What say ye then?"
As if the Greeks have anything so simple as blood running through their veins...
She flashed a grin to Atrpos and stood near the throne Brighid offered, but didn't sit... there was too much restlessness in her, as well as a guard to maintain - while she needed it not here, any relaxing of any part of her could hurt if there was an attack at Seth's.
There will be nothing but hurt feelings, far as I'm concerned. I just reached Seth with Re, and have yet to do anything - though I've a mind to force him bluntly back into himself.
She nodded at the amulet Brighid had, and scoffed Folly is what that was. Hmph.
"Bah, ya can't leave things like these up to men, Greek or no. No finesse. All bluster an' pride an' crap..." She shook her head. "Idjits. Good ta see ya, though, Lady.
"Hate to tell ya though... yer brother makes a shite Maiden. And he's got the discretion of a repentin' televangelist. Just be careful of the Girl. She's a little... unhinged right now."
The Crone cast a keen eye over at the amulet, and rubbed her hands together.
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But he was just a bit... confused. He reared himself up, casting about himself in search of the means to do as she had asked. He knew he had come to this place purely on the strength of familiarity. This other place he was to go however... he didn't know where that even was
"????" he said aloud, hoping the Voice could understand him as well as he understood her.
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"In ye go, accushle. Sure ye dinna think I'd let it harm ye?" She waved her hand at the banked coals as she descended into her own workspace, sketching a door in the flames as they leapt up to greet her. They curtained aside, revealing the other Forge's choked, thick darkness. Brighid licked her lips at the taste of iron coke and ash-laden steam.
The cobra's head appeared through the rift, still hooded and incredulous. Brighid tapped her stick on the stone floor and spat into the coals. "I'll nae be second guessed by a bloody snake, laddybuck! Now in ye come, or else ye can ask them fer help in sorting it all out ( ... )
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"Sorry fer the eavesdrop - saw the kid go to ya, and it seemed like an opportune time fer a chat. Mind if I come in? I gotta favor to ask ya."
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"In ye come. Ye know my door's always open to ye." She summoned two of the thronelike chairs from the hall above, and sank into one as her friend approached. "Now ye say someone pitched this bit o mischief in amoungst yer ane? I reckon that's why Himself's in such a state as well, is it?"
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Brighid. My apologies for my sudden departure.
Atropos... Hello. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances... unless this isn't what I'm guessing?
Her brow raised lightly... the idea of another pressing matter at the same time was an unhappy one.
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She winked, and stretched her feet out before her. Both knees popped loudly. "What say ye then?"
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She flashed a grin to Atrpos and stood near the throne Brighid offered, but didn't sit... there was too much restlessness in her, as well as a guard to maintain - while she needed it not here, any relaxing of any part of her could hurt if there was an attack at Seth's.
There will be nothing but hurt feelings, far as I'm concerned. I just reached Seth with Re, and have yet to do anything - though I've a mind to force him bluntly back into himself.
She nodded at the amulet Brighid had, and scoffed Folly is what that was. Hmph.
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"Bah, ya can't leave things like these up to men, Greek or no. No finesse. All bluster an' pride an' crap..." She shook her head. "Idjits. Good ta see ya, though, Lady.
"Hate to tell ya though... yer brother makes a shite Maiden. And he's got the discretion of a repentin' televangelist. Just be careful of the Girl. She's a little... unhinged right now."
The Crone cast a keen eye over at the amulet, and rubbed her hands together.
"So then... we get to it?"
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