Uncles Protection
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Tempest rolled her eyes as she sat in the bar, sipping her glass of scotch. She had been having a nice day, enjoying her lunch. "So, this is where Goddesses eat when in New Orleans?" The wise and gentle voice asked, snapping Tempest's attention immediately. She set her glass down and slid from her chair. "Uncle Ibis! What are you doing here?" She said with a smile as she hugged the wonderful man she loved so dearly. He smiled as he returned her hug gently. "A man cannot come and see the world his beloved niece inhabits?" He teased her before they both sat down. He picked up her glass and took a delicate sniff of it. "A bit early for such an acidic drink, is it not? Surely at least mead would be better to compliment the flavor of your meal?" He teased her as she looked at him. "Oh sure, but mead does not compliment my soul as well." She answered before she took a bite of her gumbo.

They both were silent a few moments as she eat before her emerald eyes went to her uncle. "I have been here for years. Why are you really here, uncle?" She asked, knowing that her uncle would not come down here from Cairo just to see her. Thoth smiled a bit as he adjusted his glasses while she looked at him. "Truth be told, I wanted to come and ensure you were well given the......rumors." He said honestly, knowing full well he could not tell a lie to his wise niece. Tempest arched a brow before she finished her glass. "You are unbelievable. You know that? Unbloody believable. Of all people, I thought you would know better." She said as she wiped her mouth and looked at him. "Yes, rumors are true. But if you think it will sway me in my decision." She said calmly before she stood up. "Now listen to me, uncle. I adore you. You know this. But I do not appreciate anyone interfering in my ties. Yes, I have a love. I have had several over my lifetime and yet none of you ever cared enough before to ask me. Now, because of who he is, you want to sit here and check up on me?" She asked in a stern tone.

"To ensure the brightest jewel of our crumbling kingdom, we would risk your fury." Came a deep voice before her. She growled low before she looked to Jackal. "And now Death appears. There is no threat to be found here." She said sternly as she set her money on the table. She shook her head as she looked to the both of them. "There are things you do not know. Things that make us worry. You know the man's present. But not his past. Nor his future. He walks the sharpened blade of madness.....a quality that will spill into your life and ruin it." Ibis said as he stood and looked at Jackal. He reached a hand out and laid it on her shoulder. "Tempest......you are the strongest of us. One of the last remaining True Immortals." Ibis said sternly. "You will not fade with the rest of us because you are Primordial. Like the Sun's glory or the moon's glow. But there are those who do not hold such power and would see it used to their advantage." Jackal said in warning. Tempest arched a brow thoughtfully, but then she thought of his words. Contemplated them. "His Madness matches my own just fine. You mean One Eyed, don't you?" She said softly. "If you wish to remain without strings, it would be wise of you to avoid drawing the attention of the puppet master." Ibis said as he gently squeezed her shoulder.

She shook her head as she looked to her uncles, absorbing their words. "I appreciate the concern....But I am little more than his pretty distraction. He'll leave my side soon like all the others." She said calmly before she smiled at them both. "I truly do appreciate the concern and worries. But One Eye does not scare me. Nor is my opinion swayed. I care, yes. More than perhaps I should. However, it does not change the facts.....I'm nothing to him even if he is something to me." She said sternly before she shook her head. "I have business to tend to. If you want to tour New Orleans, find a guide on Ursulines." She said before she grabbed her backpack and walked away, hiding her own emotions as she left her uncles. She knew they meant well. But still....she was not a child. Nor weak. And she would not let this dictate how she felt.

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