[color=silver][h3][centre]The Little Goddess[/centre][/h3][/color]

Despite the warning laced in her plead to the God of Play, Tet very happily carried her from the chaos of the clothes store. Like it or not, she would have to have a few words with Amos later about why it was a horrible idea to outwardly break human laws in public. Finally, they came to a stop near a massive looking oak which reached into the sky, dancing precariously in the wind. After pulling her hood up, the Queen of Darkness buried her hands in her coat pockets and attempted the impossible - to get warm.

Despite the calm buzz of the alcohol present in her system, she could feel it slowly dying as the darkness around her not only began to respond to her again but actively encouraged her forward, almost begging her to step past the looming shape of Tet. Something was attracting them and whatever it was, she didn't like it - darkness usually flocked to evil things.

Letting a thoughtful murmur escape from her throat, she stepped ever so slightly out of Tet's shadow and analysed the person she didn't initially notice. It was a woman and a God from the power she felt gravitating around the figure. Stunning didn't accurately describe her - she had the looks to drag any human, woman or man, into doing exactly what she wanted. Kyra didn't like this one a single bit so naturally, when the woman turned her gaze on the younger Goddess and fixed her with a sly smirk, Kyra felt completely at war with herself. One part of her tugged at the shadows, willing her mortal form forward, attempting to drag Kyra to the lady but another part of her wanted to fade into the shadows and hide away from that daring gaze. Yet despite her mixed feelings, the Queen of Darkness couldn't help but feel an odd tie towards the woman which was only cemented by the fact that she forgot she was holding her breath.

Finally, with a few last words towards Amos, the woman disappeared and in a bright spark of light, was suddenly replaced by two new figures. Of course, Kyra recognised both of them. Iratze was a neutral figure she didn't have much tidings with but she recognised Amarion instantly with a smile lighting up her features. She almost felt the girlish need to rush to him in an odd embrace but he seemed to completely pass her over and start into a conversation with Amos.

Frowning, her quivering chin lowered every so slightly before Kyra solidified it, stepping back behind Tet and fading into the shadows from which she was born. Of course, when Iratze brought them all to Jack's house, she was present, but her desire to socialise died with her feelings of family. Amos treated her eith some kindness. Tet probably just felt sorry for her and Amarion ignored her completely. Like it or not, the only one she felt a smidge of bonding with was that Ernestine woman which wasn't a pleasant feeling.

Still mostly shrouded in darkness, she stalked off to a quiet corner before sliding down and summoning her shadows - the only things that apparently liked staying around, judging by their excited greetings of hushed nothings. And so she waited, hidden by darkness with very little to say to the rest of them.