Hathor; Lady of the House of Jubilation (mistressofmusic) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-05-05 10:46:00 |
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WHO: Hathor [narrative]
WHEN: April 27th - May 4th
WHAT: An Egyptian Goddess makes her way across the New World
With Sekhmet and Shesmu together at the Los Angeles apartment, Hathor began to feel herself growing caged. She was not a goddess of darkness or vengeance when she was merely Hathor, and right now she was not her sister-self Sekhmet and so the sort of ideas that the two Gods spoke of late at night were of no interest to her at all. She wasn't against such ideas of hunting, merely uninterested in them completely.
Which is why, in the last days of April, Hathor wrote a long and adoring letter to her other half and then walked out of the house without a plan.
The lion goddess would know there was little to worry about, as Hathor did this sometimes. Without anything but the clothes upon her back she would leave wherever she was and take off into the wide open land of America that had become their home - however unwillingly on their part - and without an idea of where she was going or how she would even get there. To Hathor it was the traveling itself that was important. She desired the movement and the things that she would learn along the way. Thousands of years old, she was, but wise enough to know that she didn't yet know everything.
She thumbed rides from the side of the road, being more of less truthful in what she told them: she was a traveler, and if they would take her as far as they would in the direction they were heading she was appreciate it. She traded them for their hospitality in songs and stories and the sheer happiness she brought into their long driving days. Those that picked up the Mistress of Joy felt warm and loved before she left them, and she was a passenger they would look back and remember with fondness for the rest of their days. Hathor was the sort of hitchhiker who made one glad they'd picked her up.
Hathor was in love with the people of America as well as the very land itself. While many of her siblings longed for the old country and saw nothing of worth here, Hathor thought America with its wide open plains and ever-changing landscape was a place of majesty. But Hathor had been a goddess of foreign lands once, the one to always speak of how beautiful the places others were missing were. This America was no different and now it was their home.
Sometimes people had musical instruments and she would play them - people always smiled when she did so. Some of them wept, touched but not quite knowing exactly why. They didn't know that the young woman they listened to had held all music in her hands and had once gifted it to the people of Ancient Egypt.
Yes, there were sometimes bad and dangerous men who picked her up - and she would know them soon into the journey - but rarely did they carry through with their promised thoughts. Hathor was sex and beauty, yes, but she was also joy and love and those were the more powerful of the gifts she could give. Love, in its way, protected her.
Through April and into May she traveled, both walking and riding beside entertained drivers, and around her cities turned into country and then eventually turned back into cities. She went wherever the world took her, happy with whatever chance brought. Sunshine and rain and wind and Hathor embraced them all with the smile barely leaving her lips.
Today she drove as the passenger to a young woman who was going back home to see her boyfriend after a year separated.
"God," she girl said with a grin (she didn't know why she kept smiling at this strange woman), "you must be so sick of me talking already!"
"Not at all," Hathor murmured happily. "Go on, tell me more about him."
And she did. For miles Hathor listened happily to this girl talk of the man she planned to marry and grow old with and to Hathor there was little in the world so beautiful as that.
Hathor had no idea where they were when she asked the girl to pull the car over, excitement in her belly. The girl was confused as she looked around outside. "But... there's nothing here. Do you live in one of those farm houses?"
"No," Hathor said as she pulled off her seatbelt. "Not at all. But I'd like to get out here, thank you."
The girl shrugged and then smiled. "It was really nice to meet you."
"And you," Hathor agreed. Then she leaned over and kissed the girl on the forehead, blessing her with the smallest touch of her remaining powers. "Your life will be filled with joy," she promised her, and it was a spell and a gift as soon as she said it.
She waved as the girl pulled away and then she crossed to the other side of the thin, old road to the cow paddock. "Hello!" she called out brightly to the cows there and then climbed over the fence, dropping herself onto the grass on the other side. (She'd traded her high heels days ago for a pair of sneakers and was much glad of it now.) The closest cows raised their head with interest as Hathor came further into the field.
Had anyone been watching then they might have found it strange to see the young woman standing in the middle of a field as the cows all moved in slowly towards her. They came close, desiring to be near, understanding that even though she was not originally of their place she was still of them. She stroked her fingers along their warm bodies and bent to rest her cheek against one of their backs, grinning widely and contentedly as they all pressed in against her.
"Moo," she said happily, and they replied.