She has thrown the spear. She has declared herself. She has transformed the world into a cascade of light and heat and motion...

She steps back, hooks a chair with her ankle, kicks it into the Empress' path. 

It's a lodge brawl. A sudden, wild circular transference of energy. Power to power to power to power until entropy has taken the edge out of it...

She steps back, taking a wine pitcher from the table and uses a splash of liquid to deter someone used to prioritizing their clothing.

Why can't she feel it? She can't hear herself think. She doesn't have the infrastructure to communicate. These are people she hasn't studied, who haven't studied her. This fight is an exchange of small talk. She could occupy space and turn heads with a rehearsed masterstroke against someone who wouldn't know how to stop it, but what would the point of that be? She never found joy in this kind of anonymous showboating, in the love of the steppe. She endured it then as she endures it now, another knocked over table to delay and another step back. She thought maybe this time it might have been different but she didn't have anything to say to these people. Speak not to the outsider. Maybe it meant this. She'd come here to observe the forms but she already regretted it.

She crosses blades with Voctine like a flinch and a cringe, some instinctive nothings passing between them. She sleepwalked through the exchange. She was fighting an empress, but what was an empress to a Goddess? Where was the spark of divinity in this heart? She couldn't even tell her apart from her double. She couldn't even tell her two swords apart. One sword of gold and one sword of silver but neither of them was the blade lodged in her heart.

So she throws them. Both blades, one after another, the two swords spirits and all traded for two more steps back. The steps that give her the space to finish her turn, to lower herself into the crouch, to kick off the ground with all the stored force of kisses and launch across the hall in a full burn sprint. She's done her diligence and shown the flag, and now it was time to leave unannounced. 

She sprints for the Aeteline. To leave the chatter of mortals and speak with the language of gods.