"Ammut sulking was always fun. She is moody. I can only imagine what her vessel is going through right now." Ma'at shook her head. The devourer of souls was not someone she would ever want to cross or catch on a bad day. She was moody.
"Thoth, darling, I inhabit her and can command her at will. I am not going to go for decades without sex. She doesn't remember most of it and is still under the impression that she is a virgin. Inexperienced." The sarcasm in her tone was amusement. Ma'at had never told Lucia the details but knew there would be questions now that the facts were out. She could feel outrage pouring off of her vessel.
Ma'at nodded. "I was able to retrieve my scales and feather." She had been relieved to hold her feather in her hand again. "I was going to ask about your book. Dangerous to fall into the wrong hands." Ma'at smiled as he downed the coffee. She was going to ask him to drink the coffee to settle the vessel, she had felt his discomfort and frustration.
"I see the strings. I can't see how to fix them. It takes concentration to see them now. Not like before when they were clear and easy to manipulate." The annoyance was there in her voice. "I've tried. The most I can accomplish is changing the discord in individual lives."
"Tact is for someone who is embarrassed or shy about what they want. Why would I be either about something that is so natural? And mine." Her laugh was musical and light, Lucia was pouting and glaring in the background. "Lucia will come around or I will force her to." She shook her head in disgust. "Mortals and their ideas about life and relationships. Imagine how he will feel when we find Hathor." The concept of wife, sister, father, brother was not the same to them. "I refuse to let their definitions determine my relationships. Unless you have changed to fit this new world?"