Suetekh
"The humans are fascinating," Hathor pressed her face against the perfectly clean glass of my penthouse in order to gaze down to the busy streets of the city. "What did you say this contraptions are that they use? They make the most awful sounds."
"A motorbike," Pharai answered rather amused as he took his thick hair and tied it up into a bun. With a flick of my wrist the hair tie went flying off his head and landed on the other side of the living room. The threatening glare he sent my way only made me chuckle as I turned my attention to his mother.
Hathor looked strange in human form as she presented herself as a twenty-four year old woman. Dressed in denim shorts and a bohemian styled blouse and bangals on her arms as she walked barefoot was unique for the goddess who never wore anything but the finest silk and cotton materials.
