With a blinding flash of light the goddess in the form of a young woman appeared in the middle of the yard, her gaze wandering serenely over the collapsed remains of an old cart and the weather-worn sign proclaiming the inn to be the Broken Drum before she finally noticed the flames steadily growing in the folds of her dress.

[color=6ecff6]"...ohfuckohfuckohfuck..."[/color] She muttered hopping from one foot to another as she made her way quickly over to a nearby horse trough and doused the fire with a quick splash of water, sending electrical sparks flying as her powers and the liquid met in a cascade of rioting power. Soon the nearby pile of straw was ablaze with Astrape standing sheepishly nearby. Hoping no-one had spotted her little accident the lightning goddess quickly sidled into the tavern, putting an an air of innocence which just screamed 'guilty' to everyone who saw her.