[Sand beneath the sun was warm, sometimes scorching... but Set is cool like the desert at night where he comes to rest against her powerful flank, his weight in flux between flesh and shifting grains. She prefers him warm, there is something about this chill that she dislikes (something like Yima, though she cannot name it so, something lingering that smells like sickly sweet petals on the verge of rot)... But she has him as he is now.
As his hand rubs over her short, well-maintained dun coat, Hayame leans some of her weight on her left hand, just enough to shift her heavy body and turn from the "waist" until she is able to reach him. The motion is not the surest, because his outburst of overflowing divine presence mixed with all of those emotions and impressions had left her a bit pale in comparison, unsure if something like the touch of a single mortal would even register after he has been everywhere and nowhere... but as her equine chest rises and falls with her breathing, softly moving him along with her in a slow rhythm, her fingers card gently through long crimson strands (and one inky black one), silent and attentive as she listens to his explanation.
... It's complicated. Of course it is, he is a god. Hayame is prepared for that, if anything, coming from a world herself where all the deities were related and wed and involved somehow in their respective domains. Had Izanagi not birthed the sun goddess, the moon god, and the storm god from his body alone without a woman while performing his ablutions? Had Toyotamahime not abandoned her babe with a mortal man and returned to the Dragon King's palace under the sea before sending her sister to tend and later bed him? What of Susano'o, whose wife bore him eight gods and goddesses that wed amongst themselves to combine their powers? At least... That is what the priests' tales said.
It is strange, though, to hear such things directly from him in words and not just visions or impressions through Communion. It almost makes her feel like she's spying on something, even though it's being given to her, like she's just taking and refusing him the same. Should she... ? There is much to process. So the god who she had grown to despise, that cloying, possessive, disgusting green man whose shadow sometimes haunted Set even in this faraway place... so his name was "Osiris". A brother--]
... I have over ten half-siblings.
[She doesn't know what to say yet, and for some reason what comes out... isn't an accusation of him being a liar, like he might fear. Why would she, when surely he has little cause to do that now, and they are in Communion where truth and falsehood become both obvious and strange? It's... payment. Fairness. Vulnerability and openness offered to him in exchange for what he offered her.]
I do not know exactly how many. My sire was prolific at stud.
[She knew of the ones that were still at the breeding stable, but her sire was an Armless her master had owned for years, and his older progeny had been sent to sale since before her birth. Who knew what the number was. Unlike Set, she was not...]
But we were tied by nothing but blood. There was just one I considered my brother. ... Yubari.
[And even saying that... No, she should not go too far down that path. Not yet. Not unless asked, or earned, or needed. He gave her facts, she gave him facts... and now that they were even, she could take the next step again, her voice quiet and yet so loud on the border between desert and snowy mount.]
... Why does she hate you now?
[Because he took her husband's throne? She hopes that is it. Because if it is not...]
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As his hand rubs over her short, well-maintained dun coat, Hayame leans some of her weight on her left hand, just enough to shift her heavy body and turn from the "waist" until she is able to reach him. The motion is not the surest, because his outburst of overflowing divine presence mixed with all of those emotions and impressions had left her a bit pale in comparison, unsure if something like the touch of a single mortal would even register after he has been everywhere and nowhere... but as her equine chest rises and falls with her breathing, softly moving him along with her in a slow rhythm, her fingers card gently through long crimson strands (and one inky black one), silent and attentive as she listens to his explanation.
... It's complicated. Of course it is, he is a god. Hayame is prepared for that, if anything, coming from a world herself where all the deities were related and wed and involved somehow in their respective domains. Had Izanagi not birthed the sun goddess, the moon god, and the storm god from his body alone without a woman while performing his ablutions? Had Toyotamahime not abandoned her babe with a mortal man and returned to the Dragon King's palace under the sea before sending her sister to tend and later bed him? What of Susano'o, whose wife bore him eight gods and goddesses that wed amongst themselves to combine their powers? At least... That is what the priests' tales said.
It is strange, though, to hear such things directly from him in words and not just visions or impressions through Communion. It almost makes her feel like she's spying on something, even though it's being given to her, like she's just taking and refusing him the same. Should she... ? There is much to process. So the god who she had grown to despise, that cloying, possessive, disgusting green man whose shadow sometimes haunted Set even in this faraway place... so his name was "Osiris". A brother--]
... I have over ten half-siblings.
[She doesn't know what to say yet, and for some reason what comes out... isn't an accusation of him being a liar, like he might fear. Why would she, when surely he has little cause to do that now, and they are in Communion where truth and falsehood become both obvious and strange? It's... payment. Fairness. Vulnerability and openness offered to him in exchange for what he offered her.]
I do not know exactly how many. My sire was prolific at stud.
[She knew of the ones that were still at the breeding stable, but her sire was an Armless her master had owned for years, and his older progeny had been sent to sale since before her birth. Who knew what the number was. Unlike Set, she was not...]
But we were tied by nothing but blood. There was just one I considered my brother. ... Yubari.
[And even saying that... No, she should not go too far down that path. Not yet. Not unless asked, or earned, or needed. He gave her facts, she gave him facts... and now that they were even, she could take the next step again, her voice quiet and yet so loud on the border between desert and snowy mount.]
... Why does she hate you now?
[Because he took her husband's throne? She hopes that is it. Because if it is not...]