Going down on my back in my own riptide

In her bad mood, Dea huffed under her breath, though her dark pink eyes roamed the glassy surface of the lake. Repulsion grew for Deathbelle, but she could not hold it against the woman, not truly. It was Archon who had fallen. Choosing a mortal queen to wed over a hellish goddess was a mistake, and Dea would not let it go unpunished. Archon would definitely be hearing about her feelings on this matter. For now, she simply pouted at the lakeside, wishing she had never allowed herself to be compelled to come here. Movement caught Dea's eye, and as she turned her gaze to stare at the dark figure of a wolf she had never seen or met, the demoness found herself wanting to chase the stranger off. It was her foul mood thinking this, and Dea was a more controlled beast than that.

"Your mood seems about as dour as mine." She lightly addressed the thirsty woman, making sure to hide the worst of her mood from the other. Her words were ushered cooly from her mouth, an implication of gentleness added so that she didn't have to face the wrath of one of Deathbelle's followers. The new woman didn't seem as though she fit into Ashen, however, making Dea wonder if she was a new addition or just a visitor. Perhaps, she would get a friend out of the encounter, and perhaps not. Either way, Dea needed to be distracted from the ceremonies that took place, or she would go and crash the wedding. She did not want to embarrass herself or Archon, though she did imagine the scenario with some degree of hilarity.