Before Sigyn had the chance to inform Isis that nearly all of Hedy’s servants were something like heirlooms, passed down from generation to generation, there was a new presence that put her on guard. It was immediately felt, as jumpy as she was, as on edge as her nerves were, it was impossible to miss when another deity arrived. Her entire body stiffened, turning almost involuntarily towards the direction that she knew the Other to be.
What she had not expected was for a greeting to be called out. If it were someone looking to harm them or cause further damage, that would certainly not be the first thing they would do, surely.
Quickly on the heels of the salutation came the names. Pothos. Mother. Mother That one cut bitterly deep. Sigyn had no idea who this was, but she knew Hedy’s brother, and her parent had been here. Where she was now, whoever this mother was, that was anyone’s guess. But regardless, there was a child searching for her loved ones and Sigyn had no answers to give her.
But the final confirmation that this was no threat came only moments after Sigyn first laid eyes on the newcomer, when she greeted Isis, and Isis did not react negatively. That was enough for Sigyn to relax. She knew she should wait for the Egyptian to make the introductions, not only because she was common to both herself and the new goddess, but also because by the way the blond had addressed her it was obvious that Isis was the senior in rank. But the word “mother” was still ringing in her ears and she could not contain herself.
“Hello,” she spoke softly, knowing very well she must present quite a picture, covered in soot with reddened eyes and tear tracks on her cheeks. She could do nothing about her physical appearance, and it was possible she could do nothing to help this young goddess find her loved ones. But she could try. “I’m Sigyn, of the Norse. I have been staying here for some time. With Hedylogos. You are looking for your mother? Are you certain she was here?”
With any luck, perhaps she had changed her plans and this goddess would be spared that pain. But there was other pain, because her mother was not the only one she’d been searching for. “Pothos… is not here. I’m not certain where he is. There was a Greek god here, a healer, but he didn’t mention if he had seen him or not. I’m sure, if he did, he has him now and Pothos is getting whatever aid he needs.”
At least, Sigyn hoped so. She’d quite liked Pothos, and she knew that he’d been planning to attend this party. Maybe he had managed to survive. If he had, she could be thankful for that. It was small, but it was something. “Tell me who you are, who your mother is, and perhaps Isis and I can help you.”