mehet_weret | Lectures and findings

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too_manysecrets and probably eventually

antsolutely. Backdated to the week after this.

Hathor had studied the spell. Forwards and backwards. She understood the words involved; she understood the power weaving involved, after a fashion. But she was at a loss as to why what she had seen back in DC had happened.
And as to how to fix it. Or even how to speed up Heru's recovery.

She was positive that he was growing stronger. Very very slowly, but he was. However... he wasn't waking yet. And she was growing even more frightened. Helpless.

The old book was too much to carry around. Very carefully, she excised the spell (it was too dangerous to have two copies of it lying around) from it, and was carrying it with herself, safe in a leather-bound notebook in her purse. Just in case.

But in the end, she fell back on Ellen's activities while she wasn't keeping vigil over Heru. And that included a lecture scheduled at the linguistics university by Peter Torkarov, the variety of which had caught at her attention.

She left home at the latest possible time; got there shortly before the lecturer. Sat close to the middle of the lecture hall, and prepared to try to listen carefully. Maybe the back of her brain would help out with something, meanwhile.

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He nodded. A cab would work as well, and be private enough that he wouldn't worry.

It was his job to consider all possibilities, both in this life and as a champion for his kingdom. And so Peter worried, and planned for worst case scenarios, and hoped none of them would be needed. And, too, it was his purview to know as much as possible, from Heru's oddities to Set possessing his daughter's boyfriend to how to pun in various languages.

He always considered the possibility that his judgment was wrong, but he didn't think so, in this case. There was a blend of personalities (or perhaps a lack of the mortal personality to speak of?) that he'd never seen save with Paul. And that was reassuring, and even increased his own ability to merge Peter with Ogma, with that example.

It would have ruined the effect, and so he only barely registered it. Taking it as his due.

And that question brought back memories he would rather not think about, but he could put a good face on it. "A little over ten years, with a few years spent traveling back and forth before that. Yourself?"

And he would have more to consider yet, pieces of the puzzle falling together. Not that there was too much to a mystery of her and how she was tied up together with the incarnation she had caused to exist, she would talk about that readily enough. It was the whole of the rest.

"Oh. Weeks only, really. Settling down about - as I said, starting a doctorate here." There was a faint tinge of amusement to her voice. "See, nobody takes any sort of anthropologist or archaeologist seriously unless she or he has a doctorate in something, somewhere. After meeting an old friend here when I was just passing though, I thought it would be as good a place as any." Of course, there were old friends and old friends - and she'd used the phrase semi-consciously, just registering that it was true, not quite so much how appropriate it was. Or that it could be interpreted in this situation as it not had been, genuinely, in all of Ellen's life.

Oh she had a lot to get used to now. Keeping it honest - and she was - might help.

And oh, did Peter like puzzles. Probably that was another of the reasons he liked Ellen, when you got down to it: she added another piece into the game of divinity, and not one that would throw the board into disarray, either.

Wry laugh, "Nobody takes anybody seriously these days without a doctorate in something, sadly. Not unless they manage to shine in other ways." A bit of an implicit compliment to her, there. Eyebrow arching a little at the 'old friend' remark. "An old friend?" Guessing that there weren't many in her mortal life who would cause her to decide to plant roots that quickly. And if it was one of the others... better to know sooner than later.

Ellen shrugged. "What little I have managed to get published has been reasonably accepted, partly because I took care to have it very firmly planted in facts, and partly flying a bit on my father's name." Ellen's father. "But they all have so much of how it was, wrong? I think for the real work I'd dreamed up, I'd need to really have the groundwork steady." Which all seemed a bit distant already, somehow, with Heru's offer. If he should be allowed to try it.

She looked straight ahead for a bit, then her eyes turned to Peter again. "Yes, one of us. The first time I ever met one, this time around - and he was dormant inside. My presence did not even really stir him up. But since... he has a long history of attracting trouble, I thought I might come and try to keep an eye around him. We have not much conflicted in the past, possibly I could contain things, should there be a need." Not looking for confrontation but alleviation. She'd thought it possible.

Hathor had not put it quite in such terms before, not even for herself - but with knowing came responsibility and she was not one to turn her back to that, not unless she was in a blood rage or major despair, and both of those were exceptions to a long time of being who she was, rather than the rule.

But it was an area where he had been for a while, and it was fair to answer honestly.

Faint, wry smile at that. "Oh, yes. I suppose you have a few contacts in the British Isles?" Peter? Plot? Surely not. The half-mischievous, half-entirely serious glance down at her probably told her exactly what he had in mind.

And her next words chased all thought of enlightening the masses from his mind. "Be careful, with that one. He's long attracted trouble, yes, but he's even more... unstable, this time around." He would not see Set hurt yet another of their number. "I think the rest of that is best discussed in private," as the train came rattling into the stop, and they boarded.

Somehow, he thought that if she'd met Set? Heru hadn't been far behind. Or wouldn't be. Which thought made Peter a bit more ill at ease, gaze taking in as much of the car as possible in one go.

I will leave the state of the train and its inhabitants either up to you, or up to tomorrow's tag(s). Tired kitty is tired.

Her first reaction was to the latter words, head tilting slightly to the side... Peter knew whom she was talking about. . "I know. I've seen." They were both unstable, and it was just sending her to think of the still form barely pulsing with divine life at the moment, and she could just nod a little, eyes at the fast-moving scenery outside the window. "And yes. Better in private." Which is why she had not named names, not given any specifics. It was ... busy enough, there. Although she was certain that if there were any other presences, between the two of them, they would know way before they could be overheard.

And since she knew where Heru was, his appearance or interference right then wasn't something she thought of as a reason to worry.

Then she made herself shake it off, and thought back to the comment from earlier. Her voice was determinedly lighter - small...ish talk now. Serious discussion later. "On the Isles? Oh, only my father - not that he really spends too much time there - and those he's introduced me to. Well, and the rest of his family, but I don't think either of my siblings will factor in the field for... almost another decade or so."

Whatever else happened, she was positive tonight would give much food for thought.

He sighed, worry lines creasing the corners of his eyes. More than just for Ellen, much more than he would worry for himself. Honestly, he didn't see her as... a threat at all, next to Set's presence. "That one will be a long story; I hope we won't be keeping you from your studies?" Turning, as she was, to smaller talk.

"Oh, well." Smiling a little, and only a bit forced. "Perhaps in the next lifetime I can help to educate the masses in a similar way to what you're doing. Though giving lectures on linguistic anthropology and the like... is both amusing for myself, and helpful toward that goal now." Laying the groundwork, as it were. Peter was nothing if he did not play the long game.

She smiled slightly, trying to appease the worry a little at least. "No, no problem at all. I can barely concentrate right now on the work as it should be formed to have effect. I even," slightly deeper smile, with wry amusement, "almost didn't show up for the lecture; only did because I'd meant to, earlier." Before Heru showed up.

"I'm... glad I did. You do very well to get your points across." Eyes smiling up at him a little, voice pitched lower, just enough amusement in her voice so that even if somebody overheard, it could be considered as a jest, a speculation. "You can... have you been able to pick on doing something from one lifetime to another?" Although, from what she had seen of him and the subtle ways in which he affected things, she suspected if anyone could figure that out, it might easily be him. Or he might be one of those who would figure it out. Something like that.

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