Like parted souls, divided for an age ;;

	The angelic kitten hadn't quite been certain of what to expect with the presence of such a dark god within the mists of her home though lately it had become a sort of crossroads for the immortal. She had often speculated on the very thing, wondering what pulled them to this forsaken land. Was it Tia Maria and the presence of the opal or was there some greater force at work that even the malicious Rencor fell prey too? It was certainly curious and if the coincidence of it alone wasn't enough to drag the despondent doll from her murky slumbers then duty alone would have seen to her arrival. Her grey eyes stared intently into the gloom as it sluggishly moved, falling into itself and calling to her like some forbidden fruit she dared not to partake in. There was an ever so subtle hint of inquisitiveness about her, accompanied with a lingering sense of unbearable ennui. It was a piercing voice that shattered her contemplations and hesitantly her gaze slid from the god to find a far more familiar creature. Tia Maria herself wandered her way onto this little party. Habitually the female shifted, her long ebony legs taking the girl to the side of her Reine. Serafina had long ago pledged herself to the starling queen's cause and even in the wake of a god her decision remained resolute. It was a needless show of support though, really, and immediately the female recognized this. Tia's fury could not be ignored and whether or not the Concile was there certainly would make no difference. Naturally, Rencor's mocking response had not gone unnoticed and hesitantly her gaze shifted between the two creatures of immortality. Did he dare try something with the guardian of the gods? And if he did, how well would she manage the situation? It was a petty thing to find some minute source of entertainment in it all when the circumstances were clearly quite dire, but when such scenarios didn't directly affect the pretty little girl she seemed to unconsciously search for some sort of amusement to alleviate the monotony of her life. Of course, all that changed when he placed a very particular barter upon their metaphorical table. Synyster for Zareth? Serafina could see the benefits to her already mourning queen. If Zareth was lost to the darkness, how well would she cope when she was already falling to pieces? But could see willingly sacrifice Synyster's life without even hearing his thoughts on the matter? Oh it was a wicked web weaved right before her very eyes. The young female took the opportunity to spare the senile equine another look and after several moments she too arrived to a conclusion that was mirrored on his own lips. What good was Synyster to Rencor? He had to be getting at something else, the question was only what.