She'd had a lovely time with Ninkasi. It had felt good to get away, even briefly. Too much drama lately, she thought to herself, not for the first time in recent days.
Returning home, she considered contacting her daughter to see what she found out from Sekhmet, but decided against it. If she needed to know anything, Bast would get in touch with her. And really, she'd had just about enough of the whole thing. If someone needed her, they knew how to find her. In the meantime, she was going to let Horus sort things out for himself for once. He didn't seem overly concerned about any of her warnings, so perhaps she really was just blowing things out of proportion. If not, well, her son would find out soon enough on his own.
Changing into a white kalasiris, still her favored comfortable attire in the arid climate she called home, Isis was just about to summon a servant for a cup of tea, when she received an odd summons herself. Her heart stopped for a moment, fearing for her children, so emotional was the call, until she realized it was not from an Egyptian at all. It was Sigyn who was calling to her from the home she shared with Hedylogos, and she sounded just this side of panicked.
She didn't even take time to change out of her semi-transparent gown, arriving only a scant second later at the chateau. As she entered, her mouth hung open in shock. What had happened here? Whatever it was, it wasn't pretty by a long shot. Taking in the scene as she slowly approached the room where she sensed Sigyn, she realized the war between the Greeks must have made its way to France. Was this what was in Egypt's future? She had half a mind to call her son and her brother, force them to see what could come of letting things get out of hand. But now was not the time, and it probably wouldn't do any good anyway.
The scene was horrific. Blood and bodies, or parts of them in some cases, lay strewn throughout the room Sigyn was standing in. Isis was immediately relieved to see her friend was unharmed, though the servants standing near her looked far worse for wear. There had obviously been a great fire, as well, as the charred remains and burn scars revealed.
"Sigyn?" She placed her hand on her friends shoulder, turning the blonde goddess to face her. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her eyes wide with shock. "Oh, Sigyn, how awful!" Taking her into her arms, extending what comfort she could for the moment, one question was foremost in her mind, and she feared the answer. Where was Hedylogos?