At the Café [Atemu/Isis RP]
Isis was sitting in one of the booths at the café called Duncana's. It was about 10 minutes before noon, and she had arrived early. She was supposed to be meeting Atemu here, although once he arrived (if he arrived) she wasn't sure exactly what they could talk about. Obviously the tensions between them would still be high.
The seer was a curious dichtomy over what had happened in the last few weeks. On one hand, she was not ashamed of what she'd done, because she'd done it for family and that was really the only thing worth doing such things for. But the fact that she'd had to fight tooth-and-nail against everyone she'd come to think of as a friend deeply hurt her, and to have to had gone against Atemu, a man who she'd been raised her whole life as fair and just, troubled her even moreso.
She knew she'd said some things that were out of line (and thinking back on them, they had been fairly cheap shots) so Isis wasn't sure of the reception this meeting would get. Especially if the judge, when the Sa-neb-Merire's had been informed that they would not be getting custody, might have mentioned that this would reflect poorly on any future chances for adoption. That was the one thing that Isis would have taken back, if she could have.
She stirred her tea, not really paying attention to it. It was the same type of tea she drank at home, but she had gotten it here just to have something to do with her hands while she waited.
[Tag: Arriving!Atemu]
The seer was a curious dichtomy over what had happened in the last few weeks. On one hand, she was not ashamed of what she'd done, because she'd done it for family and that was really the only thing worth doing such things for. But the fact that she'd had to fight tooth-and-nail against everyone she'd come to think of as a friend deeply hurt her, and to have to had gone against Atemu, a man who she'd been raised her whole life as fair and just, troubled her even moreso.
She knew she'd said some things that were out of line (and thinking back on them, they had been fairly cheap shots) so Isis wasn't sure of the reception this meeting would get. Especially if the judge, when the Sa-neb-Merire's had been informed that they would not be getting custody, might have mentioned that this would reflect poorly on any future chances for adoption. That was the one thing that Isis would have taken back, if she could have.
She stirred her tea, not really paying attention to it. It was the same type of tea she drank at home, but she had gotten it here just to have something to do with her hands while she waited.
[Tag: Arriving!Atemu]