[Isis]

Annubi ran a hand through his long hair. He felt tired. Rather, keith felt tired. He could feel the both of them, the both of him - he was two people and they were a shade different from each other, separated by a hair - but it was just enough. While two lives gave him two guises and roles, it could also make him doubly tired.

He glanced at his wrists. He knew that he had tried to pull over a modern rubber band from earth - it took concentration to bring things between worlds, and anything large refused to come through at all. The band around his wrist was thin; he was still mastering the skill. But it was something. He used it to pull the ginger strands out of his face and into a rough ponytail. When he did so, his fingers brushed against the small band he wore around his neck. Had he been at home on Earth, it would have looked faintly Egyptian. A crescent moon charm hung in the notch of his throat.

It would be a bit of a walk to Pathis. They always had to make gates out in the countryside - that was one of the reasons they lived out there on earth. Less people meant less of a chance of someone stumbling upon their secret. Now the sparse forest they had been in streched ahead of them, the path widening slowly. Macit was going to rain hell on them if she could.

And Macit usually could. With the face and ears of a black cat and an attitude to match...she could be a frightful companion.

Annubi put a hand into the pocket of his ink black pants, rattled the toothpicks he kept in there, and fell into line a few steps behind his brother.