Antero was about to recount his latest studies to the phoenix when the unmistakable presence of death entered the room. Ocular crystals whirled and began measuring the creature's mana levels, studying and comparing readings from last year's festival. The mana-conginition algorithms hummed into the background of his main consciousness as he focused more seriously on the god closing the distance. He was under no illusion as to what this [i]thing [/i] desired most and could already feel automated combat protocols beginning to form gravity spells. 

He silenced them. Willed his core to settle, and took what amounted to a deep breath for his kind. 

This creature was restrained. A tragedy of magic and humanity. Something to be studied and cured, not crushed into mulch, unless it indulged in its old impulses again. He focused on those data points, all of this happening in a mere blink of an eye, as the golden head of the mana-entity regarded the wendigo's arrival. Much to his shared surprise with his companion, however, the god chose their table to come to a rest at. 

Odd. 

It stood for an uncomfortable period, silently staring at them before it could mutter a greeting. 

[color=#EB5406]”Hello Getsuy! Have you tried the cucumber sandwiches yet?”[/color] said Aeliana as she commandeered a passing tray. So that was the game. A foolish one, as far as Antero could assess. This creature's appetite could never be satiated by mere "finger sandwiches" and would hardly serve as a distraction. The golden pentakisdodecahedron regarded the creature, no emotion discernible on its reflective, golden surface. 

A small blessing. 

[color=#1a98c3]"Ah, the God of Death. What have you come to discuss with the daughter of the sun and the Great Chronicler? Perhaps you've developed a fascination with our history in the past year?"[/color] he said. The voice was that of the usual, near-monotone reverb, denoting nothing of the conflicting information that filled his core. 

[@NekoKyu][@BunniesOfDoom]