Everything was strange and conflicting. He knew this was one of the most natural things in the world, but it still seemed to rebell against who he was. It shook him to the core and changed his being. It changed him in a way he could not describe even if he could have put it to words.

Sekmet had gone away, so had Beltane. At first he had been drawn to follow his Imprint, the course of fate and the draw of his soul overpowering in his mind. But still his heart beat with a different self. A different fate called to him. As his steps took him into the freeland forests he too felt the power of the place. He was connected to this surrounding, but something beyond him was connected to it, too. There was a deeper presence here. A seal on him. The call went up and his pace quickened. The weights of the world realigned the deeper into the shadows he moved. There was a wrongness here, a wrong that he could not counterbalance. But there was a comfort, a strange voice that told him this place was still right. He stepped into the clearing Beltane had summoned him to and froze. This was the place. This and this again, one wrong and one right. Only the trees above would stand to witness in their aging eyes that would never begin to fail. He glanced at them. How many secrets would they share with those who were silent enough to listen?

Thoth stepped up to his sister and lowered himself to the ground in front of her. He knew their family, he knew their feelings. Each different from each other but each and understanding as well. To this power, that of the earth and his family, he sank to the ground. He looked up at her and opened his mouth, signifying his distress in heavy pants. His eyes roved up to her, inviting her to speak, give voice to what he could not.