She was quick to alter her path towards the thundering roar, thinking that an underground lake would be extremely helpful if that was, indeed, what it was. She slowed her pace to a walk, nostrils flaring as she detected a myriad of familiar scents, including that of her sire. With wide eyes the steel soldier continued to amble through the labyrinth of caves, eager to visit her father and ensure he had not been taken by the evil up above. As she rounded a corner she was greeted by a rather crowded cave, and her ears momentarily pinned to her skull at the notion of being in such an enclosed space. But the pounding falls nearby were tantalising, as was the prospect of spending quality time with Nato. She arrived just as a strange unicorn mare spoke to the black stag in a rather too familiar way, and a look of disgust flitted across Nyx's face. Tiny? Her father was an attractive man, there was no doubt about that, but still, the idea of him getting jiggy with a mare half his age was just too gross to contemplate - and pet names were a bit too close for comfort. "eww, are you hitting on my father?" she asked the woman through narrowed eyes. One pale pupil darted towards Nato - sorry, Dad, you've been cockblocked.

With one broad swing of her skull, the dove realised it wasn't just the three of them. She had failed to notice d'Artagnan (or 'mister sexy ass', apparently, which to be fair was quite hard to deny) standing there, so focused had she been on death-glaring the woman. But there he was, in all his glass-horned glory, hellhound by his side, and Nyx defiantly lifted her frozen gaze to meet his, picking up where they'd left off last time. It wasn't a challenge, but she was keen to see if his reaction would be as strong as last time, or if that had just been a one off. She was curious about him, despite herself - the way he had reacted to her had only intensified her desire to discover quite what it was about her that he didn't like. "and how are you, grumpy-pants? removed the stick from up your ass yet?" Her voice was playful, containing no malice or ill-intent; she wasn't the sort to cause conflict where none was necessary. With the evil up above, it really wasn't the time to make needless enemies.