<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/59pkrt11d/Earth_Sky_Sword_Purp_Bust.png)</div>Faustina walked through the extravagant city with an expression of tired bemusement. It was one of a very few expressions regularly seen on her face, the other main one being boredom. She trailed slowly after Imre, often stopping at seemingly random places as though she was listening to something before chuckling to herself and moving on.<br/><br/>It was nice to visit Lyre's Rest again. It had been quite some time since the last time she'd visited, and she'd almost forgotten just how quickly life moved for the city folk. Before Imre had hunted her down to ask for her help, she'd been napping at the bottom of a freezing lake up in the mountains, as she often did. The chill of it still hadn't left her, though it never really did these days. Not that it bothered her of course. She hadn't felt the cold ever since that time so long ago, when fate saw fit to infuse her with divine power and set her irreversibly apart from mortal kind.<br/><br/>Regardless, Imre hadn't had to work to convince her that it was worth going out and about. He'd been good for some excitement in the past, and the mention of the more recent reputation of Lyre's Rest certainly piqued her interest. It had been quite some time since anyone had even tried to warm her up<em>that</em>way, much less succeeded. Now that she was here, it definitely seemed encouraging. Maybe she would nip off and see about falling into an orgy somewhere once they were done...<br/><br/>"Hm?" She glanced over at her travelling companion as his question percolated through the slushy filter of her perception. "Oh, yes. It's much different than the last time I was here." Unlike Imre, Faustina hadn't done anything in particular to make herself presentable. She wore the same worn down jumble of clothing and armor that she had for ages. Truth be told, it was tougher than it looked. It had once been one of the finest sets of regalia armor Vissian mage-smiths could produce. Now, however, it's magic was reduced to simply holding itself together in the face of years of mistreatment. In spite of her lackadaisical grooming, Faustina was undeniably beautiful, if in a cold and slightly wild sort of way. The Vissians had called her the Caryatid Killer, on account of her alabaster skin and the stone-like expression she'd worn when she took a life. Her connection to stone and sky had only made the nickname more apt. Her skin was smooth and pale like marble, and her sleek, perfectly defined musculature looked like the anatomy study of a master sculptor. Were it not for her hair, and the slight sparkle of life in her eyes, one might think a stone statue had come to life and started walking down the street.<br/><br/>She thought briefly of taking the girl up on her offer. She still hadn't managed to fall into that orgy she'd been looking forward to... But no, not right now. Imre would probably want her there when he met the goddess or whatever. She gave the goddess Nadiya a curious look when they entered. Now there was a woman who knew how to enjoy herself. Although... Faustina looked around, listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from the rest of the palace. No... She wouldn't be able to stay here forever. It was almost certain that she'd get bored and feel like crawling under a rock somewhere for a nap eventually. Even so, this was definitely somewhere she wanted to enjoy now, and likely again in the future.<br/><br/>Just then, Hafkar arrived, announcing himself with both light and wind. Faustina squinted at him like someone cranky at being awoken by the morning light.