Rising Hell And Spitting Fire

Night came like the spell of an enchantress, water to stone, earth to iron, green grass to frosted white. There was no hint of warmth left, nothing of the past autumn or the kiss of the vanquished sun. The hours promised to pass slowly yet steal their body heat with indecent speed. The harsh winter came whispering sweet nothings, luring heat from tired muscles until they could rest no more. It caressed the temptress skin until it stole the pink blush and replaced it with blue. And above was the beauty of the stars, the clear night allowing the meagre heat of the day to leave unhindered. The only notion of brightness came from a full moon that reflected in the snow flakes that slowly but certainly began to fall, and even her light was a chilled silver beam. But nothing of these mattered. The russet temptress was above all confused and in awe, the Gods above bestow upon her a miracle, a gift, one that to turn down would be madness. She has questions of her own, as auditory system flinched once Sekhmet's question reached them. " Now it is not the time for--" her angellic voice interrupted, crown would lean into a nod afterwards, her sistrr had the same thoughts, now it was not the time for questions. All in due time. But there was one that teared at the back of her mind, screamed, tooth and claw, demanding an answer, " where is Seth? Have you met father since?"

OOC: Sorrrrry! Replies will be terrible in context until I get back home on 26th. ;-;