"Isis?" Asked RIta standing there, her hair a bit different from the fall and dirt covering her clothes as she stared at the orange cat. Tilting it's head to the other side, "Mmyes, you called for aid to Isis, Hera, Freja... You called to quite a few who's domain involves women, to save you." Stopping for a moment to lick the back of it's paw as it dragged it's paw across it's face to clean itself, as Rita tried to absorb the information given so far.
Shivering slightly as she grabbed at her thigh, she faintly recalled how she saw the monster through the fire, and the fear that threatened to smother her as it grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her back into it's nest. It was then that she remembered her desperate cries for help as her nails broke and her fingers bled while trying to find any way to break from the grip of the beast.
It was now however, that a panic started in her heart again as she realized she was once again in the presence of something she did not understand. But her mind began to feel as if in a fog as she looked around to see the mist getting thicker. Her head feeling dizzy, she looked back down at the cat as every motion seemed to mesmerize her.
Her eyes wide and filled with confusion, she clutched the radio with both hands as she shuffled back into one of the small trees and slowly dropped to her butt, catching her breath as she tried to keep calm. "What... What do you mean, the gods, and how the... how are you..." The cat stopped cleaning itself to look at her and continued speaking, "Myes child of man, the gods, the one's you prayed to heard your true prayer for salvation and did what they could in the moment."
Getting up from where it sat, it walked quickly to Rita and got onto her lap and began to purr as it gently kneaded her lap as it continued once again. The rumble of it's voice having a strange soothing effect on her mind as she found herself unable to not gave it her full attention. "Isis is a goddess with many aspects, although she does take care of people in general, man or woman, young or old, rich or poor, sick or healthy.
Hera, Queen goddess in the Greek tribes, as well as Queen Freja of the Norse tribes, as well as quite a few others, have authority over many things, including womanhood. As a mortal being, you exist in a way where your intention and devotion give power to those of higher planes. As such, by default, your earnest whims and desires are known by those who stand to gain, as well as those who exist for no other reason than the desires of those below them who desire that they exist. Although there are many who are Divinity, or equal to, that stand above and beside humanity, regardless of whether or not you consider yourself a devout, you exist in their domains all the same. Such is why, although you do not pay homage to them, your very existance gives focus and definition to their power. And as such, when you are in need, if it is required, as well as warranted, and permissable, miracles may happen without even being asked."
Stopping it's work on her leg, it's tail swished as it began headbutting her hand not holding the radio with a meow to demand pets. Calmed considerably by the adorable appearance and the soft fur of the feline, Rita gave in to it's demands and enjoyed running her hands through it's soft fur, causing her to relax even further with a contented sigh as her eyes lulled. Time passed for a while as she got lost in the pleasure of attending to the small cat. The creature began to purr harder as it kneaded on her chest while she used her nails behind the ears and chin for a while before it finally spoke again.
"MMmm-Being a devout merely grants you a degree of ability to know the presence of Divinity, and their will, through one or more of your senses, but your actions in life as well as circumstances of birth determine who's authority you stand under. As you are a woman, a scholar, and an explorer, you have an impressive range to be heard by those who would hear you."
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Her eyes glazed over slightly with a dumb smile on her face, she could barely make out the words, "Explorer...me?"
Looking up from the squinting cat as she continued to use both hands now to affectionately rub her hands and dig her nails into it's fur, she began to realize the scene she was in had changed. The trees were now covered with cracked and knobbed bark with spots of moss, and thick enough she thought she could barely wrap her arms around them completely.
The mist had largely disappeared, although the trees still had a fog of sorts that clung between the branches now visible, sporting leaves she could't earnestly discern that far in the mist. And all around her on the ground was knee high grass interspersed with a large variety of unrecognized plant life a small distance away from the base of the trees.
Realizing something was wrong, she fought her hands to stop caressing the talking animal as fear forgotten began to work it's way back into her heart. With her hands shaking in place, Rita looked at the cat with a knowing look in it's eyes like disks staring back at her. "W-what... How-er wh- Hush, and worry not human child." the cat said, seeing it'd been caught in the act the cat placed a gentle paw over her mouth to silence her.
"I merely distracted you to calm you down as I moved you somewhere safer. Here is somewhere you can return to Earth on foot." As it spoke, the cat removed it's paw and climbed off her, and began to make it's way to the tall grass. "Although I hoped to bring you closer, you broke my little spell before we got there. Humans tend not to do so well, being moved like that while knowing it's happening, so this will have to do.
Tread safely young one, and stay out of strange places like that one if you ever want to go back home again." WIth a cat like grin, it gave her a soft blink with both eyes, and jumped fully into the grass, and disappeared.
Blinking at where the cat had been, her senses return quickly as she scowls, leaning her hand on the tree to get up quickly to try and recapture her sight of the cat as she begins to shout. Her many mixed and unprocessed emotions having returned in force with an outlet to finally vent them. Uncharacteristically, she began screaming how unfair she felt about the past few days, how horrible an experience she had with the deer skulled monstrosity, followed by the nothingness of wandering the wilderness for a time. She continued like this for a while, her stress driving her to scream and cuss in Southern at the empty air as as she vented her feelings of frustration, fear, and anger at her helplessness.
Her words echoed loudly in the quiet of the forest, petering out quickly as she began to pant, failing to keep her breathing under control. She gripped her fists so tightly her knuckles whitened and her eyes watered slightly from the memory of that place, of the smell of rotting meat, and a sickening hunger she could not satisfy. A soft chuckle came from the fog among the branches above her making Rita scowl a bit in fear as she leaned backwards at an angle as she tried to find the source.
"And who do you think, gave you the knife? The gods are the closest you may ever know to having anything resembling true omnipotence and true omniscience, human child. The rules and laws here are different than on Earth, as such, their restrictions are different as well.
As it is demanded by the law of three's you give power to, you sought a tool to escape your capturer, so you were given one. As a result of your fear of breaking apart and becoming like the beast you escaped, you were given ability to mend yourself together that you may remain as you were. And finally, you desired help out of this place and someone to comfort you, and so I came, and brought you to a path home, now return home Rita Carter, daughter of Augustine and Catherine, and be well.
Staring up at the fog of the trees above for what felt like several minutes without another sound, RIta sighed as she gave up on getting answers to any of her questions from the cat. Dusting herself off as she scanned the ground for the radio, she saw it next to where she sat against a tree before and retrieved it. Whipping the dirt from the radio, she saw the scowl and tired eyes of a woman looking back at her in the reflective plastic as she turned it on, to the crisp strums of a banjo.