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RP for [profile] too_manysecrets and probably eventually [profile] 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.

Date: 2009-02-24 11:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mehet-weret.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2009-03-26 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] too-manysecrets.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2009-03-27 12:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mehet-weret.livejournal.com
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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