No no no no no this wasn't right. In fact, it was as not-right as something like this could possibly happen.
Hathor was not one to work elaborate magic - she had power, but her domain had always been in the joyful, in the beautiful, in that which worked with what was there and improved it - moods, well-being, heart... soul. But she was but the one to welcome souls, not the ones responsible for them, more of a messenger, that way, than the artisan (Inpu--) - and all she had was instinct. (Not to mention how very, very limited her powers were, inside this mortal body.)
She could but anchor herself into her own vessel, and embrace Heru's essence as firmly as she could, the way her arms went around his body - before it slackened enough to slide to the floor. She had no leverage to pull back, especially not against the will with which the other presence... the other part of him was fighting to be reunited. But it was not leaving it's own anchor. It was trying to pull the living Heru in with it, and that, that did not bode well.
So she retreated. Physically. Step by step, back to the elevator, supporting his weight as best as she could.
She might not been adept to the deepest, strongest mysteries. But she was not ignorant. She knew there was a soul there who was close to needing to be greeted on the other side, and had been teetering on the brink of that for a long time. (Years? Now Heru's comments about her sleeping made more sense.)
If she left him there too long, and they merged, still stuck in that dying body... Perchance it would be what pushed that woman... Akana. Over the brink. (And if Heru died... No, that would not be good. Not with the way they were scattered, limited.)
So she tried to remove who had come with her from the physical proximity of the rest of him. This... this latching. It had not started until they had been this close. Perhaps it would untangle when they were further away again.
And the spell... if this worked, she would somehow come back for it. She could not stay to find it now. At least she didn't judge she could.
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Date: 2009-01-25 09:47 pm (UTC)Hathor was not one to work elaborate magic - she had power, but her domain had always been in the joyful, in the beautiful, in that which worked with what was there and improved it - moods, well-being, heart... soul. But she was but the one to welcome souls, not the ones responsible for them, more of a messenger, that way, than the artisan (Inpu--) - and all she had was instinct. (Not to mention how very, very limited her powers were, inside this mortal body.)
She could but anchor herself into her own vessel, and embrace Heru's essence as firmly as she could, the way her arms went around his body - before it slackened enough to slide to the floor. She had no leverage to pull back, especially not against the will with which the other presence... the other part of him was fighting to be reunited. But it was not leaving it's own anchor. It was trying to pull the living Heru in with it, and that, that did not bode well.
So she retreated. Physically. Step by step, back to the elevator, supporting his weight as best as she could.
She might not been adept to the deepest, strongest mysteries. But she was not ignorant. She knew there was a soul there who was close to needing to be greeted on the other side, and had been teetering on the brink of that for a long time. (Years? Now Heru's comments about her sleeping made more sense.)
If she left him there too long, and they merged, still stuck in that dying body... Perchance it would be what pushed that woman... Akana. Over the brink. (And if Heru died... No, that would not be good. Not with the way they were scattered, limited.)
So she tried to remove who had come with her from the physical proximity of the rest of him. This... this latching. It had not started until they had been this close. Perhaps it would untangle when they were further away again.
And the spell... if this worked, she would somehow come back for it. She could not stay to find it now. At least she didn't judge she could.