“Not a ghost… just a little something even more unlikely.” Siena said, nodding her head slightly with relief after Death’s little joke.
“I suppose that I had the thought that goddesses and gods would always have a purpose in their actions,” she said, re-adjusting herself on her seat and sitting a little higher after noticing that she had been unconsciously slouching; no doubt due to the presence of the being before her.
“I can’t say that I have too much experience with what would be considered ‘casual’ conversation I suppose, whether that be due to my… occupation,” she says with a small wave of her hand and a glance around the tent “or that others don’t see me as one that they would like to have or hold a conversation with. Not that I mind most of the time. If I wanted to converse with another I would start it myself."