Trapped, she is trapped in this world of frozen hearts and frigid air. The mountains rise around her, imprisoning her. When she had first stepped into the snowy wonderland, led in by Faelene, Athena had not been very afraid. She trusted Faelene, and had faith in her own acting skills. Not once did she feel endangered, despite multiple run ins with the inhabitants. She couldn’t bring herself to like them, but she also was reluctant to judge and hate them. Nevertheless it was there. She hated them for keeping her there, for being caught by Psyche and forced to stay. The Basin had been a prison she had entered willingly so long ago for her quest. At that point where she was recaptured- luckily unharmed through some small misunderstandings about why she was leaving and there in the first place. But it was different now. Now, she had shackles to her ankles and a weight on her wingless spine that had not been there before. She was isolated, alone, imprisoned.

Even so she tried her best to keep a good outlook on things. Not many noticed her, being a servant. It made her cringed to be called a slave, but she could not dictate what others said. The name Ari has stuck, and she is grateful for the fact that Athena and Ari are similar and have the same letter at the beginning. In fact Ari has fallen easily into her role, watching but saying nothing. She misses Rapha, the sweet little slave she adored. He had grown on her heart, and she only wanted to show him love and affection while she was still there. Crowley and Faelene were the only two she really knew, meeting Psyche only on that fateful day. It made her feel very lonely, especially for such a homey girl like her. Conversation was what kept the ever-glowing light inside her bright, but it was hard for her to really make ‘friends’ per se at her lowered position both genetically and rank-wise. Soft sigh escaped golden maw, cloud escaping and billowing around her lips. Warm hazel eyes surveyed the washed out, colorless backdrop around her. It was not so cold in the Basin lands as it was in the Steppe, but she was used to the blistering heat of the Throat. Ari was homesick and lonely, and wished that anyone would care enough to look at someone like her, despite being a slave.