“Seshat.” She smiled, taking the hand that was offered so she could shake it in return. It didn’t occur to her that the other goddess would likely not recognize her name. Not that she thought she was famous, she knew she wasn’t, and in fact, rather liked that she was not as well known as some of the others in her pantheon. But as Styx had given only her name, it seemed like it might be a bit wordy to add things like Mistress of the House of Books. And she’d sometimes found people to be intimidated by her patronage. So Seshat would suffice.
“Forgive me if this seems bold,” she began, “but I’ve always been terribly curious: how did you come to be the goddess overseeing binding and unbreakable oaths? I mean, I know the story that’s told in Hesiod’s Theogony, but how did they come to start swearing on your waters to begin with? And did you even want such a task?”
The look on her face was that of open curiosity and wonder. Seshat loved learning new things, and here she had an opportunity to explore questions that she’d not been able to research herself. How wonderful!