Hewas actually out here for work, which he was sure she noticed by theheavy ceremonial attire he was wearing. The Book of Anubis and theWas Secptre were clenched in opposite hands, the Ankh strapped to hiship with nowhere elseto put it. How much he had to carry for his job was ridiculesbut he still had to do it. He had asked once, when he was littleand Ma'at gave some long explanation about balancewhich he didn’t understand till farlaterand now he certainly understood. However, despite all this and thefact he wasworking,it was easy to tell the exhaustion in his body because workwas all Anubis everdid.
Whenwas the last time he sat down? Slept? Last week? Typically he’d sleepduring the day and work at night but when certain eventshappened like manslaughteror several deathshe worked and worked andworked to get caught up.But, death would never be caughtup, because death neverstopped.So he just worked himself till he passed out and then tried to returnto some sort of schedule. It was the way he did it for yearsdespite the heavy frown Thoth wore every time Anubis woke up in hislibrary after having been rescuedby the man.
Itpaid to have at least onefriend in life.
Turningaway from the boats at the Nile he glanced idly to Isis beforeturning his head away again. “Wouldn’t you rather I go find Horus?”He questioned figuring the woman would rather have her realson over him. Horusshouldn’t be to hard to find, he was bound to be perched somewhere inthe Duat looking for Set to beat up again. Their rivalry confusedAnubis greatly but he chose to not think on it to hard.
It came at no surprise to the Goddess that Death had indeed, been working, relentlessly so. Even without taking a glace over her shoulder, Isis could feel the exhaustion and heavy aura circling the companion God. Foolish, to think he had the time to sit idly by while people seemed to be dying left and right, seemingly piling up one after another with no end. How could one simply stop death? It was impossible, and just like life, death was absolute. A tip in the balance was meant to be avoided, and so it should be.
Isis didn't envy Anubis. His job, difficult as it was, suited him. Any other God wouldn't, or simply couldn't, do his job any better than he. Suppose it was destiny, but the result of his failure had still been fresh in their stories, but Isis knew better to mention any of that, for it was better to be recorded and put away. Not for constant ridicule, for a God who had been alive for several millennia, he did not need to be treated as a child, but not every Egyptian God shared her opinion, because unlike her, they didn't raise him.
❝If I had asked for Horus, I would have said otherwise.❞ A tone not unfamiliar, not quite scolding but firm. Understanding of the..situation between her biological and her adopted sons, there were boundaries kept. In all, Isis did adore them both, but due to having given birth to Horus, there was a closer, more intimate bond. Isis never treated Anubis any less than her real son, so the question alone in regards to wanting the boy who was in a constant feud with his uncle, she could only shake her head, finally turning her head to glance past her shoulder, staring at the God, not as a lesser man, but as an equal. ❝You don't have to stay, if you have to finish your duties, Anubis.❞ Death waited for no one, after all, and with how many people were dying these days, he'd be at it non stop at this rate.
