Isis (esi_tyet_isis) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-03-05 03:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~anubis, ~bast, ~bes, ~isis, ~thoth |
Nothing Is More Important Than Family (tag: Anubis, Bast, Bes, Thoth)
After putting the back on her second earring, Isis stood back and surveyed her reflection with pleasure. The simple red cocktail dress suited her skin tone, and red had always been her color. She'd left her hair down for a more relaxed look, and the gold earrings were the only adornment she chose for the evening. It was an elegant yet less rigid look than normal. She wanted to look her best. This was an important night for her, though many might look on it as something quite ordinary, boring even. Yet there were too few nights like this, and they seemed to grow more and more infrequent through the years.
Her family was coming to dinner.
Not the whole family, of course. Her sister and brother would not be in attendance. Nephy's presence would only make Anubis uncomfortable, and she wanted it to be a pleasant evening for everyone. As for Set...well, that went without saying. As did Osiris. She longed for him to sit at the head of her table once again, but his duties were too demanding. As were her son's, it seemed. Once again, she had received word that Horus would not make it. She didn't recall life being nearly so demanding when she and her husband were Pharaoh and Queen. But the world had changed, and life was not nearly so simple as it had been.
But the others would be there. Her adopted children were as much hers as as if they were blood, and she was pleased both Bast and Anubis would make it. Her Uncle Thoth would be there too, and Bes as well. Tawaret, she been officialy informed, was unavailable as duty called. It might be a small gathering, but they were the most important people in her life, and this was a highly anticipated evening.
She walked through the kitchen, wishing to assure that all was as it should be. At which point Fatima quickly and firmly reminded the Queen that she knew well enough how to arrange a proper dinner. Isis suspected her head of household was looking nearly as forward to this as she was. Fatima adored the family, considering them an extendsion of her own. Isis knew she could rest assured that everything would be perfect.
As she entered the sitting room, an attendant handed her a glass of white wine. Taking it with a smile, Isis headed to the large windows, sighing contentedly as she gazed out at her Nile. Sometimes she still missed its yearly inundation, so faithful for so many years before that wretched dam was built in Aswan. But it served its purpose as well, and she had learned to accept that as she had so many other things that had changed since she and her husband ruled all. Here, from the vantage point of her temple, the Great River still held its beauty and mystery, its waters as deep as her own memories...
She was stirred from her musings as she heard someone enter the temple. She set down her wine and turned expectantly, waiting to see who the first arrival would be.