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Once back at your place it doesn’t take long for Bast to begin reprimanding you. Every little detail that is not exactly to her liking is nitpicked without remorse. She nags both internally and externally as you flop onto the couch to try and escape this nightmare for a while. Once she finds that you’re not going to egg her on by arguing or grovel and beg for forgiveness she simply drops the matter all together and goes quiet.
From there she does ask you a few questions, mostly about the world and its state of being. Questions like “How is the Roman Empire doing?” and “Have horses become obsolete yet?” There’s almost a cuteness to her curiosity, a strange disconnect that makes you forget she’s an immortal goddess wearing your body like a Halloween costume. You answer her questions to the best of your ability and appease her wonder for the most part.
“You know what they say about cats and curiosity,” you joke casually after she begins to ask yet another question.
“...Yes! Of course I do!” Bast reaffirms in as unaffirmative a way imaginable.
“It’s that curiosity killed the cat,” you respond with a roll of your eyes.
“Blasphemy! No feelings of curiosity would ever kill me! I am eternal! I am-”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s called a figure of speech! Lighten up…”
“Are you calling me heavy?! I’ll have you know this is your body so if it’s out of shape that’s all on you!” You feel your arms cross as Bast huffs indignantly in your head. Is this really a goddess or some kid?
“Another figure of speech. We’ll have to work on those, you obviously don’t have the nuances of the English language hammered out,” you take a deep breath and shut your eyes for a moment. That moment stretches on for a while though, your eyes refuse to open as the warm embrace of sleep begins to creep over you.
“...What’s English?” Bast’s question almost pierces the veil of sleep, but not quite. You drift off, carting her active mind with you to dreamland as you forget about all your worries and simply sleep.
Written by Kolaghan on 07 August 2018