If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
She'd lost track of how long she'd followed him, years at this point for sure but how many had slipped her by. They'd left the lands of Boreas for a while, wandering as Ra's whims took him. And everywhere they went the resentment and the anger festered in Amunet. She wasn't an idiot, she knew he was denying her still... And with each time she caught him drenched in the scent of a mortal woman she was driven further and further from his light. To say she hadn't been tempted to find her own satisfaction would have been a lie. She had been tempted but she was no mere mortal, unable to hold off baser desires. That, it seemed, was her brother's weakness. Instead Amunet trained, she honed herself; she refused to allow for even a moment that she might grow weak with complacency. And yet she still followed him, though her resentment simmered. They returned to Boreas and feeling more comfortable in lands she'd once roamed Amunet had felt content in leaving his side. Once she would have been certain that he'd find her again but now she was riddled with doubt. The goddess had lingered around the desert, still more comfortable among the sand than the trees. Today she was visiting the tar pits, her thoughts bubbling darkly in her mind, much like the tar. |
| Art by Indicinis |