Seeking Aid (tag: Isis)
There was something terribly overwhelming about coming home to find that intruders had been inside a once sacred refuge. There was always an assumption of safety and security within, an idea that the privacy of one’s house was assured by the sturdiness of the walls and the locks on the doors. A home was a personal thing, an extension of the people that lived in it. To have all of those things proven wrong in such a sudden fashion was jarring. But sadly, not unique for Sigyn.
She’d had this experience before, long ago. Including the terrifying emptiness of knowing that her husband had been taken from her. Her entire family, actually. And though it had been a thousand years since she’d lost her sons, the feeling was suddenly as fresh as if it had been yesterday. Seeing her home violated as it was brought all of it back with heart-rending clarity, and for a while, though she had no idea how long, she stood in the middle of the living room attempting not to cry so hard she would end up screaming. Once she got enough control to think clearly, she did the only thing that made any sense.
She ran. Sigyn wasn’t terribly proud of that fact. Her people were known for their bravery and courage, a warrior society that rewarded those that stood their ground. But she had no idea who had broken into her home, who had taken her husband, or if they were coming back. And having no clue who might be behind this, how powerful, how dangerous, or malicious they might be, limited the places she could go. Sigyn didn’t want to put anyone else in danger either.
So though her first instinct was to run to Hedylogos, and in fact, she was already aiming for Paris, at the last minute she changed her destination. Standing at the door of an elegant house, Tosk tucked unceremoniously under her arm, Sigyn knocked frantically. Then rang the bell. Then knocked again. She didn’t stop to consider the hour, or how her actions might be perceived by the staff. She simply needed to get inside, where she knew here welcome and her safety would be certain. She couldn’t help her husband if she were taken too.
Sigyn hoped that Fatima would open the door soon. Because she didn’t want to have a public breakdown out in the open, and she could already feel the tears threatening again. She knew she needed to cry, to get it out of her system so she could start to think clearly about how to get her husband back. But she didn’t want to do it out here. Alone.