Once Kyra had found her dark corner, she proceeded to curl up in a protective ball and subsequently fell into a deep sleep. Darkness rallied to her cause, slowly covering the young, white haired girl in a thick veil that hid her from the prying eyes of the mortals that would undoubtedly flock to the bar. Time meant very little to an immortal being and without anything to properly wake her up, Kyra allowed herself to float away with her dreams, sinking into the ocean depths.

The first few dreams were naught but bright flashes before her; a scene from her imagination, a memory or maybe a little mix of both. She hadn't slept in such a long while so the dreams felt almost alien even though she had seen them all before. During her slumber, an odd sensation washed over her and for a few moments, her dreams stopped as she felt a powerful presence invade her mind. Kyra was much too drowsy to make sense of it but whatever it was, it was extremely powerful. Nevertheless, she forgot about it in no time as her dreams took hold of her again. She dreamed of her childhood spent in the heavens, of her time with Armarion, of her Great Betrayal. They all lashed at her being with the emotional whip that accompanied them but Kyra remained unphased - she had learned to let the emotions of her past fade away, lest they destroy her.

The powerful presence only seemed to grow larger and larger as she slept on. Finally, it got to the point were her subconscious mind was screaming at her to wake up and run. She didn't know what it was nor why her mind was so concerned about it but through it all, Kyra slept. The dream after that became a lot more vivid than the others before it. Oddly, Kyra swore she briefly heard the voice of her sister, Thalliana, crying out her name. The first time, it was how she remembered her sister - bitter, twisted and full of loathing. The second time was quiet, barely even audible, and her voice was breathless yet it held more love and desire than Kyra had ever heard from her sister. The third was a scream, a cry for help, a shivered shriek against the cold void. [i]"Kyra!"[/i]

Her eyes slipped open and her form remained static but Kyra knew that he had already picked up on her presence. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up and from every shadow that enveloped her, tiny voices told her to run, that she was no match for him. Her eyes darted for an escape but he was right in her path. [i]Him[/i]. Her eyes snapped to the massive man in the middle of the room. He seemed to be a towering mass of muscle and sheer power; a putrid mixture of intoxicating and terrifying.

Her Godly side told her to run, to slip into the darkest shadow and find a way out of this predicament but her human side, which had evolved over the thousands of years she had spent with them, was immensely curious of this being. She knew who he was but she found herself longing to know why he was here. Amos was the glorified headman of her parents so she had a number of reasons to be afraid but a small part of her silently hoped that maybe he was just here to talk - to settle the wrongs of the past. So, as suicidal as it might seem, Kyra tentatively stretched her small form before allowing her blankets of shadows to fall away and rising to her feet.

Approaching the hulking God, she cast her eyes towards the heap at the far wall that she presumed to be the barman. It was a terrifying glimpse of what Amos could do in a single second but despite this, she slipped onto one of the seats at the bar and casually leaned her elbow on the cold wood. Despite being in the high seat, Amos still towered above her. [color=silver]"Brother..."[/color] Kyra whispered gently, her dark, chaotic eyes rising to meet his. Even though she tried, she couldn't read him - his eyes hid everything from her by showing her everything; a burning rage, a gentle love. They were almost as chaotic as Kyra's own eyes and it didn't help her cause. [color=silver]"I've been here for over nine thousand years yet you seek me out now. I presume you desire something?"[/color]

Casting her eyes back up to his, she allowed one of her hands to drop to her side, ready to summon her blade at a moment's notice. [color=silver]"You've only woken up and instead of hunting Brontes down or attempting to reform the army, you find me. Forgive me for rushing to conclusions but you must have to gain some sort of advantage from it. You wouldn't do it otherwise. After all, you never talked to me when I was there."[/color] Although Kyra tried to keep her voice rigid, small bursts of fear found their way into her words - she didn't want to face her Mother's wrath. So, she attempted to play the guilt card and silently hoped it would have some sort of effect.

[@Lord Zee]