Kalustrata was not a demon that was often caught off guard, seeing as she liked to draw attention to herself and know what eyes were on her. In the midst of wondering what demons had fought in this battle and being among the humans, she’d forgotten her place. Her hand had wandered to her chin, long finger tapping her jaw in deep thought. But the pink haired girl seemed to sneak up on her, and the tempest demon grasped her chin hard to prevent a flinch. The human was talking about the painting, the one Kalustrata had probably been standing at for too long to be socially acceptable by their standards. It<i>was</i>a good painting, but she had separated herself from the group by looking at it.<i> So much for human cover.</i><br/><br/>“Perhaps,” was all she started with. Out of the corner of her eye, Kalustrata sized the human up. Short in stature, but there was something strange about her, something that made her different than the other humans. It was as if she exuded a stronger aura than everyone else, but she couldn’t be sure. The damn temple and its sour magic were screwing with her senses, making the humans seem more powerful than they actually were. She knew she’d only manage a look at the<i>Loh’skaran</i>before she had to leave. This was only her third time testing out her human form in their world, and she still had to get used to what it could handle.<br/><br/>Rather than getting lost in her thoughts, Kalustrata kept talking. Humans liked conversations from what she’d observed, something that some demons despised. It was another reason why humans were simply more interesting than demons. “I’d say the demons were lucky to escape, judging from the light coming off of… whatever they’re holding.” It was likely a<i>rakaz’talor</i>, but she’d learned not to assume what holy relics were or were not. Her ancestors had made that mistake when the stronger ones had tried to push past the barrier, just as the painting showed. Demons were, above many other things, cocky, and it was likely that the demons depicted in this picture underestimated the humans, leading to their demise. She could not make that mistake, even if she<i>did</i>think she could take down this temple on her own.<br/><br/>Kalustrata straightened up, gaze drifting all around the picture before she took a small step back. “It would seem I’m holding up the group. I apologize,” she said with a soft voice, pretending to be moderately bothered by the event. In truth, she could care less about the humans and disrupting the group, but appearances had to be maintained, even if she hated it. “I’m sure everyone here wants to see the<i>Loh’skaran</i>. I’ve heard it’s quite the sight to behold.”