Her children were a grand thing, well that is how she felt. Despite the wondering of her mind, she found that they had grown to be a focal point in the weavings of the deep. The first that approached was her son, Kaliban. When he brushed against her legs she growled softly and looked at him with a weighted gaze. She was pleased. “My son. Where are. Your siblings?” She questioned, she asked this not to learn of their whereabouts so much as to judge her son's words and information provided, especially his eagerness. After a few moments, she judged and waited not only for Kaliban’s words but even for the prospect of the others joining. “Late. You have. My Attention. My lessons.” Sekhmet said meeting her son’s gaze.
While Sekhmet may not be have been known for her grand affection she moved to swipe her tongue over Kaliban’s head. “My son. Wish to hunt? Our kind.” Shaking her fur out she lay next to him. “Questions? Wish to learn? Anything.” This was a rare occasion the woman felt generous enough to talk and teach. While she refrained from teaching all her children her language it did not mean all her lessons were barred to them. The woman could teach them of the sky and the deep. There was very little there was out of her son’s reach in these moments if he would only seek out his desires.
It wasn’t long until her other son approached. Runihura seemed eager to act mischievously and while Sekhmet would let them have their time to spar it was not the time for such activity right now. “Runihura. Sit. Want to Learn?” Sekhmet loved her children perhaps more than she often expressed as she was never overly affectionate or physically so. All the same, she could not bring herself to simply waste time if her children wished to learn something from her. Be it darker lessons or simply the ones of nature. For the moment she patiently waited for her sons to speak.
Speaking English.Speaking Coptic.