As a rule, the sphinx didn’t read announcements. They weren’t of any interest to her. She did what she pleased, when she pleased and where she pleased, and while a being more powerful than her could make her change the way she behaved, she was hardly going to obey the commands of a piece of paper. And even if she had been aware of the practise session, she might not have attended. In fact, she might even have avoided going outside altogether. After all, you could never trust people not to be police officers in disguise.
As it was, though, Sphix was in the Manor garden. She rested her back against a tree trunk and allowed her mind to wander. Then the voices of several people talking broke her out of her reverie, and she stood, picking stems of grass and bits of tree bark from her clothes. She found herself curious and took a few steps towards the commotion. Who knew, the people might even be talking about her.
When she was closer she halted for a moment, searching for familiar faces. One of the women she had seen before, and the other… The sphinx was pretty sure she was an Egyptian goddess. Sphix had been through Egypt numerous times on her travels, and being able to recognize a local never hurt.
With the people somewhat sorted out, Sphix strode across the remaining distance to the group.
“So”, she said, addressing the woman she knew. “Aren’t you one of the redheads from the lunch a few days back. Scheming something?”
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Date: 2006-12-12 08:07 pm (UTC)As it was, though, Sphix was in the Manor garden. She rested her back against a tree trunk and allowed her mind to wander. Then the voices of several people talking broke her out of her reverie, and she stood, picking stems of grass and bits of tree bark from her clothes. She found herself curious and took a few steps towards the commotion. Who knew, the people might even be talking about her.
When she was closer she halted for a moment, searching for familiar faces. One of the women she had seen before, and the other… The sphinx was pretty sure she was an Egyptian goddess. Sphix had been through Egypt numerous times on her travels, and being able to recognize a local never hurt.
With the people somewhat sorted out, Sphix strode across the remaining distance to the group.
“So”, she said, addressing the woman she knew. “Aren’t you one of the redheads from the lunch a few days back. Scheming something?”