Bast wasn't so sure about this hand-holding thing. Every time she wanted to go see something new and fun, she had to pull to get her hand back. But the pretty lady always stopped and waited for her to come back. Which was weird. Most people left. But she didn't. She stayed, and then she did the hand thing again. Bast guessed it was important to her. She just couldn't figure out why. And why, if she stayed, didn't she want to chase frogs with Bast? Or splash in the shallows by the Nile? Or see what those bug guts looked like after it got squished? Why stay if she wasn't gonna look? Just to hold hands?
Weird.
But she'd been nice. And she gave Bast figs. And cake thingies. Bast really wanted more of the cake thingies that tasted like honey and spices. If she had to go to the pretty lady's house to get some, that was alright. Houses had places to hide, rooms to explore. It wasn't as much fun as outside, but it could still be an adventure. For a while anyway.
The pretty lady was pointing at something and Bast turned to look. There was something shiny in the sand. It didn't look like any of the houses that she'd seen before. The ones the mortals lived in were made out of bricks and mud and straw. They didn't shine. Her father's temple was shiny, but so much it could hurt your eyes sometimes. This one wasn't that shiny. Just a nice shiny.
But she was less concerned with the building than she was with what it meant. The pretty lady asked if she was hungry and said they'd be there soon. So the honey and spice cake thingies were somewhere in that shiny house. “How fast can we get there? Can we race? I'm really good at racing. I'm fast. I bet I'm faster than you. Wanna find out? We can run!”
Her hand tugged, trying to pull free of the pretty lady's fingers. Because she wasn't going to run while holding hands. That was just dumb.