(then both ancient and modern mythos is true: set is the grandson of raβgender among deities is too fluid to matter. what is relevant is the scope. in the vastness of their universe, what is the statistical likelihood of meeting another being brought to life by an apex god?)
... I feel very fortunate to have met you, (lessa murmurs. this is the work of destiny. an event predetermined but not shared with him by ra.) I will acknowledge that it is my responsibility to right any wrongs I may commit by willfully drinking. This is my oath; you are my witness.
(the timing of the declaration is awkward, set having just begun to tear his robe to expose more of his body, but lessa simply looks on with frightfully honest interest. (it's strange behaviour that prompts him to look for a robe of his own, wondering if the stares of kenoma adherents are in part due to his state of undress. ares had taught him to cover himself to appease others, and it seems that that holds true in this dim place.) his translation of akh is immediate, the term concerning souls, their mingling in the afterlife, and the judgement that accompanies death. all things within his jurisdiction and therefore understood implicitly.
once his own robe is on, hanging loosely from him like a burlap sack, his hands once again come to rest on set. the war god's forearm is apprehended and stilled.)
For millennia, I reaped and ferried the souls of the dead. If what they say is true, your akhβwhatever I hear will remain private. You may trust me, Set.
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... I feel very fortunate to have met you, (lessa murmurs. this is the work of destiny. an event predetermined but not shared with him by ra.) I will acknowledge that it is my responsibility to right any wrongs I may commit by willfully drinking. This is my oath; you are my witness.
(the timing of the declaration is awkward, set having just begun to tear his robe to expose more of his body, but lessa simply looks on with frightfully honest interest. (it's strange behaviour that prompts him to look for a robe of his own, wondering if the stares of kenoma adherents are in part due to his state of undress. ares had taught him to cover himself to appease others, and it seems that that holds true in this dim place.) his translation of akh is immediate, the term concerning souls, their mingling in the afterlife, and the judgement that accompanies death. all things within his jurisdiction and therefore understood implicitly.
once his own robe is on, hanging loosely from him like a burlap sack, his hands once again come to rest on set. the war god's forearm is apprehended and stilled.)
For millennia, I reaped and ferried the souls of the dead. If what they say is true, your akhβwhatever I hear will remain private. You may trust me, Set.