She’s not sure what brings her here. Curiosity, maybe. But she’d been idle too long anyway, unused to staying in one place. The Throat was warm and sticky and she felt like she carried sand with her all the time now. It was okay though, she liked that feeling, being so close to the water all the time. Though she didn’t like the warm part, because it was just balls hot. But oh well. She hated flying in and out of the place more, but her restless soul finally overcame the hatred of those fire wings.

She sets out with no purpose, as she usually does. Her feet carry her today, leading her wherever they may go. Part of her expected them to take her to the Falls or the Edge, but they go to neither. And Thea doesn’t take over leading, dragging her into some conversation. Her companion is content to hop around Syrena’s back as a tiny little poison dart frog, playing some game with the shadows that cross Syrena’s hide.

Somehow, her feet take her here. She stops a good bone-tail distance away from the altar and then some. Syrena is not a fighter, and she wants nothing to do with running away from some crazy monster. But she can’t help but watch from afar, taking very slow and very tentative steps forward. Part of her expects Kaida to be here, standing at the altar, waiting for Kaos. Though that is a ridiculous thought. Syrena probably just misses the girl (what a strange thing, for Syrena to miss someone).

Probably the girl has been here and gone a million times, finding answers that Syrena just sits and waits for. Their last conversation is still fresh in her mind, how easily Kaida would pledge herself to Kaos because he seems the better option. Because his power is something to be had. And this, she can understand, but Syrena does nothing anymore without fear. Because everyone lies. Everyone in this hellhole takes and takes and takes from her. She did not like the gods, but did she really trust Kaos?

After a moment, Thea hops down from her back. Yes, the little creature is deadly enough if she wanted to be, but currently, she’s also very capable of being smashed. Thankfully she’s bright enough to turn herself into a wolf before continuing forward in leaps and bounds, leaving Syrena in the dust. “Thea!” she yells, waiting for something to come kill both of them.

But maybe, maybe somehow he knows they mean no harm. That curiosity killed the cat and all that. But yea, curiosity killed the cat. Or the Hydra and the Siren, as the case may be. Thea comes to a halt at the base of the altar, staring at it, making Syrena come and examine it as well. Symbols she doesn’t understand, power she will never even dream of, but there’s something wonderful basking in it anyway. Like she could harness even a piece of that power just by proximity. Maybe if she touches the altar? But fear keeps her from reaching out, so instead, Thea does.