Well, that was a little too easy for the little Hell-cat. Ahti considered, not for the first time, that perhaps Bast’s talents were not being used to the fullest. Pity. She could be a great ally. From what Ahti had seen Bast had her own streak of mischief, something Chaos could appreciate.
“The snake wasn’t poisonous. Just a harmless little egg-eater. And I didn’t want to hurt her, I wanted to help her. Poor thing is ready to burst, and a little excitement would have helped to encourage that babe along.” Nothing she said was false; she just left out her own intentions. Regardless, she had to admit to herself that it didn’t sound very good in any light.
“What does it matter to you, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be watching the kings, making sure they don’t get hurt? How many are there now, anyway?” Despite decades of calls for a unified Kemet, it didn’t look like that was going to happen any time soon. Another plus in Ahti’s books. Too many men wanting to play at being the ONE TRUE PHARAOH was highly entertaining to watch. Horus must be stretched pretty thin, to be incarnated in so many men at once. “Seems to me you should barely have time for such things. Or is Sekhmet keeping you under her paw yet?”
It was catty, but Bast had ruined her fun. She had it coming.