WHO: Hathor & Sekhmet, Shesmu WHEN: Monday evening WHERE: Their LA apartment WHAT: Surprise! Guess where we're all going!
Los Angeles was good for Hathor. It was sunshine bright (like her) and she enjoyed the Hollywood scene with all its sparkling stars. They were all so short lived, but Hathor loved the intensity with which they burned during their time in the spotlight.
But New York was a different animal, and Hathor liked that as well. There was something about that city of skyscrapers that just kept drawing Hathor back across the ages. The people were different, although she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was about them that she liked. As Hathor saw it, New York was a neglected child of a city: moody and stubborn and difficult and desperately in need of affection that it didn't know how to ask for. Beneath the hard steel edges, there was warmth and a soft beating heart.
And that was the reason for the folder full of paperwork in Hathor's hands when she entered the apartment she shared with the two lion gods, and why she called out for them as soon as she got through the door, bubbling over with happy energy. (Although that was not a rare circumstance for Hathor.)