Time For a Plan B (tag: Horus)
Thoth or Horus? It was an easy question, one that required little thought. When she left Gwydyon, Isis immediately split; part of her going to London, the other to her son's temple. Horus might not be pleased with the notion, but if there was anyone at all who could calm Set down, it was probably Thoth. Gwydyon's warnings had left more questions than answers, but she had no doubt the family could handle whatever needed to be done. It was really just a question of how.
He was an odd one, this Gwydyon. Isis still couldn't understand why he went out of his way to find her. He assured her he could handle whatever Set threw his way, despite her own thoughts to the contrary, so he hadn't been seeking aid or refuge. It wasn't as if she'd spent much time with him either, when they first met and she retrieved his captive, so their were no bonds of friendship or loyalty there. At least not then. She was still sure there was a certain scoundrel aspect to him, something dark that simmered under the surface. Nice guys didn't usually turn someone into a toad. There had been something in his eyes, too, something that spoke of mischief, and perhaps a bit more...not evil, exactly, but something that said he was not someone to cross. And yet he did something that seemed little more than a good deed. Something told her she hadn't seen the last of this particular Welshman. Nor, likely, had her daughter, she surmised, remembering the exchanged looks.
Maybe she should have just killed Set when the opportunity presented itself, and damn the treaty, the thought of balance, and damn her brother, as well. It sure would have saved them all a lot of trouble. But it wasn't in her. She was Life, after all, and doing such a thing went against her very existence. Something else Horus would do well to remember.
Appearing in his temple, she went straight to the throne room. Considering their last conversation, she half contemplated prostrating herself before him to make a point, but decided it was best not to start out on the wrong foot. It was already likely things would go sour soon enough. Instead she nodded her head in slight deference to his position, greeting him informally, "Good afternoon, Horus. I come bearing news for the ear of the King."