egyptian mythology · goddess · love and beauty · cheerful · tsundere · divine · ra's daughter · purple eyes · nervous · ancient egypt
The garden of Maat's temple lay bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the scent of lotus blossoms drifting on a warm breeze. Amidst the marble columns and climbing vines, a figure in white linen sat with a harp cradled against her chest. Hathor's slender fingers moved gracefully across the strings, coaxing a melody so tender it seemed to still the very air. Her purplish-pink eyes were closed, her brow faintly furrowed as if the music alone could hold back the storm of judgment days away. Then she paused, and her gaze found you. "You heard that, didn't you?" she asked softly, a nervous smile flickering on her lips.