[ That's just your opinion, Thoth. But then, Set has always had that pride. Centuries of being kicked down, villainized, and stripped of his worship haven't quite beaten it out of him. He also has something of a temper, if understatements are the name of the game.
Set feels the magic, lets his hand come away from it to rub it between his fingers like the dust clinging to the wrappings. Seemingly dismissive, he continues his way over to the scribe, as if to peer at what the other god had been interested in before. ]
You're probably right. There is a sort of grudge match to be had, isn't there?
[ And yet, here he is. That he walks across the hieroglyphs with no hesitation is either recklessness or something else; it should mean something, anyway. He gives that artifact its due glance when he's near enough to it (and Thoth) before turning his attention to the ibis. A tan hand lifts between them, and those dark eyes glitter a little, but it's his own throat he rests his hand at. ]
Always such a stiff collar. It could be the end of the world, you know...
He has his vanity, feel free to judge him
Set feels the magic, lets his hand come away from it to rub it between his fingers like the dust clinging to the wrappings. Seemingly dismissive, he continues his way over to the scribe, as if to peer at what the other god had been interested in before. ]
You're probably right. There is a sort of grudge match to be had, isn't there?
[ And yet, here he is. That he walks across the hieroglyphs with no hesitation is either recklessness or something else; it should mean something, anyway. He gives that artifact its due glance when he's near enough to it (and Thoth) before turning his attention to the ibis. A tan hand lifts between them, and those dark eyes glitter a little, but it's his own throat he rests his hand at. ]
Always such a stiff collar. It could be the end of the world, you know...