Haunted Wood what do we say to the god of death? not today

How was she still surprised to hear some kid's parents have run off? Honestly, lost children are nearly easier to come by than a juicy fawn! Still, hearing the kid was all alone was enough for her to reach out her imaginable wings, ready to take him under if he was not keen on dying alone, here in the Haunted Woods. His fate lay in his own paws now - not in those of her nor Nocturnal nor the court of Blackfeather ravens. It was quite the overwhelming power a kid could have; she, perhaps, knew better than any of her siblings. Choosing what to become, knowing what to do and think as if acting in a way no one else had before. Perhaps Nemesis had even done her a favour by leaving her to fend for herself while her brother got seemingly smothered and showered in gifts. She smiled at the thought of Damien and her being in power now, anyway.

What is your name? She asks carefully in a tone she uses on Aries as well; sweet, trustworthy and calm. It was nothing like the bitter yet loving way she spoke to Damien with.