"Rowan," she introduces herself, eyes fading back to green. "That's Maahes, he's an alien, I think, and then I have no idea who that is." She gestures to each figure in turn.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Maahes was more than a little confused by the boy's sudden appearance, but any confusion was quickly replaced by a sudden jolt of terror: the boy recognized his name. No one had recognized it the entire time he was here, and he doubted anyone would. But to think that someone knew who he was-
No. It was just a random coincidence. That was all. This boy had nothing to do with the Goa'uld, and would never realize that he was the Maahes from mythology. Maahes wasn't a common name, but there was nothing to say that he couldn't pretend that it was among his kind.
He pointed to the man. "Robin..." shifting his finger to the other lady, he spoke again, "Rowan," he jerked a thumb towards himself, "Raiden!" he finished, a smile on his face.
I'm cool as a cucumber Even if I'm in a pickle
Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
Maahes awkwardly stood on the side, trying not to think about his actual name or how he was the odd one out - and not just in terms of the first letter of his name.
"I have no idea what the odds are, nor do I wish to do the math to figure it out," he said, before looking around at the store they were in. "Maahes have we met before?" asked Raiden suddenly, looking over the man
I'm cool as a cucumber Even if I'm in a pickle
Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
Rowan rolls her eyes at these antics, walking back over to Maahes and pushing past Raiden with a pointed, if somewhat gentle, push. "Are we going to the city or not?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
