More talks with Rhia

I have to say, outside of Ben there is no one I trust more than Rhia...and at the same time I know not to trust her.  Rhia's words are like honey on a burn.  They will soothe your soul and she will tell you what you want to hear if it suits her purposes.  

After a talk with Sekhmet, that the Lady Bast interrupted with some tidbits of information, Rhia stepped back and let me try to do the talking...which I of course screwed up, but Wuyi distracted Sekhmet from my blunder which led to her and Rhia being dragged off for some more bloody sex while the rest of us had dinner.  During the dinner a hummingbird appeared in front of me that no one else seemed to see.  It said it had news of my father and I excused myself to my room to speak with it.

He was one of my fallen warriors and he was here against my father's orders, but his loyalty to me was strong for I saved his brother.  He told me that a blow from Mikaboshi seemed to have infected him a few weeks back and he was dimming, weakening.  I knew instantly that this was my fault.  Had I not tried to kill myself, distracting him in battle, this wouldn't have happened.  Worse my father's pride would not let him admit it.  I promised to look into it and do whatever I had to.  He promised to give a message to my father for me and departed.  Alone, I sat there weighing my options and in my heart I suppose I knew what I had to do.  In the end I'm certain that is why I went to Rhia before Ben.

Rhia helped me see that criminals weren't cutting it.  how in the world was I to expect my father to fight off what was effecting him when all I send is the blood of the worthless?  So she took me hunting and the streets ran red with Egyptian blood.  I knew my husband would be furious with me but I had no other choice.  I needed to send my father worthy blood; I promised him I would continue my work so he would know his daughter had not been corrupted and I had failed in that.  When we returned I asked Rhia to come with me to talk to Ben.  I needed her strength to not fold like a cheap suit.  It was a brutal thing to endure, that talk.  A large part of me begged and pleaded to give in.  To ease my husband's pain and disappointment...to swear not to do it again.  I hate to say it, and I still feel horrible about it, but I think we beat him down.  He agreed what I had to do was simply what needed to be done, but it felt like him just giving in and I didn't like that feeling.  In return I agreed, after a tiff over the way he 'requested' it, not to kill anymore of his people.  In the end I made it up to him in the best way I know how, and reminded him once more that I was worth it all.

Finally we returned to the sewers to follow Bast's lead.  There was fighting over a door blocked off to Egyptian gods and whether we should open it..which we had decided to DO before we left.  But this is the band's pattern...and in the end we got snuck up on by creepy cultist type people...yay us!

A talk with Rhia

I think this is the third time I have sat down to try to write this, as I have been having a hard time finding my words lately, but I need to muscle through and record this.  If nothing else the loss of my memories has taught me to always write things down.  Record everything you can, because you never know when some bastard is going to trick you into drinking Lethe water.


So we got on our plane for Cairo and of course we had some minor turbulence...minor in that Zeus sent Erynies to knock our plane out of the sky rather than doing it himself...though I suspect my spell had something to do with that.  Thank Fate.  Rhia and Kelly kept the passengers calm while the rest of frantically tried to keep the plane from crashing into the rapidly approaching city of Cairo.  The experience really hammered home the need to listen to one another and communicate more effectively as we all acted on our own.  Like six separate parts rather than as the team we are supposed to be.  It's really frustrating to see and not have the words to express.  The end result was the plane was miraculously suspended for a moment as we got everyone off of it...but when others let go, Cal couldn't hold it on his own.  Ben and I rushed to try to keep it up and thus keep it from damaging things and by-standers, but it crashed down on top of us, and into the sewers where we found Ben's sigil.


After a slight disagreement on how to proceed we followed the clues and trail to a silenced sacrificial pit that turned out to contain Sekhmet...but someone had weakened her and our newest companion, Nikita, managed to hit her.  She took off running through the sewers but thankfully I easily caught up to her and got her to stop and talk to us...well to Rhia and Ben because I am struggling to find my voice.  Ben managed to piss her off and Rhia soothed the ruffled feathers, leading Sekhmet to take us to her Barge for the night.


After some thoughts, and an inability to fall asleep, I found Rhia covered in drying blood and gore.  A quick taste told me it was human.  After a little small talk I finally told her what was bothering me.  I seemed to be...losing my fire, losing myself.  I had so many thoughts and things I wanted to say but for whatever reason I couldn't articulate them.  I asked for her help and she has promised to give it, and reminded me that I AM a princess of the Teotl, my father rules and in her words I found the spark of my inner passion and I quickly brought it to a roaring blaze.  Rhia voiced the opinion that part of my problem was Ben and I couldn't tell her she was wrong.  This thing with his father, Ben not really putting his foot down, it was smothering me.


Once we had finished I went to my husband and demanded he make a stand.  I told him I had lost myself and that because of it I was losing him, and I refuse to lose him with out fighting not just for him, but for us.  He had stopped talking to me again and was closing himself off from me and I would have none of it anymore. Finally he saw my feelings and what it was all doing to me and asked my forgiveness in what I will only say is easily the hottest sex I have had with this man...oh and his blood tastes marvelous.  In the afterglow of it all he gave me a new name, Broken Wing just didn't fit for who I want to be; and I gave him one as well as named our son and after I pointed out his family's views on reincarnation made us technically no longer married he lept at the idea of remarrying.  


In the span of a few hours I went from ready to walk away from the stubborn man that I love, to finding my fire again.  Woe be to those who get in my way.