Time To Get Naughty (Bast)
Of course the very first thing Anansi did once the Ambrosia and Nectar were in his hands was find Bast. It was who he had intended to share it with in the first place. He thought that she would love it, and more than that, love the story of how he'd gotten it. She was always in the mood for a story. And when it came to him tricking others, well... she could laugh the prettiest, wickedest laugh he'd ever heard.
It was why she was his best friend. More than that, really. Why he was ... well, so fond of her. Had they not met, so many thousands of years ago, his life would have been a far emptier place. It was another goddess that had coaxed him out of his shell - so to speak. Another that had convinced him that remaining in a child's body after so long was silly. But it was Bast who had filled his life with light. It had hurt a little, growing up while she was still in her youth, but Nephy had been correct. He had remained a child for entirely too long.
Anansi went right to her temple first. Didn't knock. Why would he?
"Kitty." He called out. "Here kitty, kitty. Anansi has something very special for you."
He was, of course, still keyed up from tricking the Greek. Even if she'd gotten the answer right, he would have found a way to convince her she was wrong. She would have been mad later, they were always mad later. But that didn't matter to him. Luckily, she hadn't gotten it right and he'd won fair and square. Well, maybe not fair. When did he ever truly play fair?
Perhaps with Bast.
There seemed to be a weird tension in here. And where were the attendants? This was all very abnormal, he was starting to realize. Something had to be going on. Now he wanted to find Bast to make sure that she was alright before he gave her what he'd brought her. If she wasn't alright, well, he'd find whoever hurt her and do something really horrible to them. He could think of many things, and they were all starting to flood into his mind at once. Anger starting to get the best of him before he'd even really found out that anything needed to be done. He was going on the feeling of her temple more than anything.