Lock up your whiskey cabinets, girls, lock up your guns. Who: Athena and Isis Where: Their home When: Late morning
It had been ages since Athena had been around a teenage girl. Sure, she worked with some in the library on occasion, the bookworms like herself were her favorite, but more often, she was kicking the gossips out when they caused too much of a ruckus. Having one living with her, who was likely her missing niece, was another story entirely. Athena was a packrat, and she'd never considered having to share her space with anyone other than perhaps her sister. But, if she knew Sierra, she'd want her own space sooner rather than later. She kept her bookshelves organized, and everything else was packed neatly in boxes, memorabilia from years of traveling around the globe. Her most special pieces, items that had belonged to her mother, were safe in her own closet. There were plenty of things Isis probably shouldn't find in the house, namely Athena's extensive gun and weapon collection, but Athena wasn't worried. She kept most everything under lock and key, and that was a lesson Isis would need anyway. As sirens, killing was in their blood, literally.
Either way, Isis was here now, and she needed her own space. Today, she was off from the library - off from both jobs, really, no hunting contracts on the horizon - and had every intention of getting Isis settled in proper. The spare bedroom was nice enough, but she wanted Isis to feel like she was at home. That meant a shopping run for anything the girl might need, clothes, bedding, accessories, and the like. She remembered Sierra doing the same for her when she'd left Paris, all those years ago, and it seemed fitting that Athena would now return the favor. "Isis?" Athena called up the stairs. "You ready to go?" She didn't know if Isis was the girly girl who loved shopping, but hey, when was the last time any of them could go out and buy whatever on someone else's account? She wouldn't blame Isis for taking advantage. Athena supposed it was an aunt's prerogative.