Her interactions were not what she was used to. Diveen was a very different place, and she wondered if many outside wolves acted like this. She needed to...understand it though. She needed to figure him out. If she wanted to be an assassin, did she not have to prove it? She had been teetering on the decision, unsure of what path was laid before her as it seem riddled with thorns and bushes. Perhaps now was her chance to test the waters, as she knew assassins had to be...manipulative to get what they wanted. He was so strange though, as her rainbow hued eyes flickered to him through the rain falling through the hole above them.

She knew her scent was likely strong in the air. It always was strong when water clung to pelts. She knew that he was from a neighboring pack, Glorall. She had never visited the pack or gone too close to it, but she wondered if he had heard the song she had sung many times over in the night. Singing was an art she was mastering, her smooth voice was thin and feminine, a delicate thing in the air but one most soothing and pleasant to even the harshest of ears. She will perhaps not know now, but maybe one day. For now, her dark ears flicker towards him. Her words that come next surprise her, as they were not the expect content.

He spoke of gods. This is something she had not explored too much. She is of Angels, but she did not pay much attention the details of the god or gods that may be. She narrows her eyes in slightly curiosity, as he goes on about the inevitable death of things. Her golden-touched smudges reflect the slight bit of light as she adjusts herself. She wondered about these gods, and their power. She wondered if such power could lead to her being a great assassin, and to prove to her family her worth. Or, maybe she was just...hoping too much. Hoping for another way to rise above, when her family had such high expectations all around.

She could tell that he was confident with his words, and that it was something he seemed to really believe. Before she can speak, he observes that she is from Diveen and asked who she was. Surrounded by a flash of light she stands, almost looking as if she went from sitting to standing instantly in the lightning, only seconds later the frightening crash a thunder echoed around them. It is more obvious now, her build, how she stands thin and tall with wispy hair. Her body did respond naturally to the sound of nature, her ears only flicking back a moment as her paws move to get only a little bit closer, a little more in the line of sight unhindered by falling rain.

"I am Paravana, and I am neither," she states. Though technically she is a princess, she is not a Prince or Princess as her father and his siblings are. She never really considered herself a true Princess in line for the throne when there were so many ahead of her. Nor was she any lowly wolf. Her dark paws step lightly just as her elegant form was created to do, her rainbow eyes fixed on him as she slightly tilts her jaw.

"What of these gods and their vessels? Tell me...more, and, I don't think you told me you name," she says, her voice hinted with a bit of curiosity. She got to observe him, how he was about her age and yet so different from herself. It is raining out, and the wind is blowing so furiously that it ruffles her fur even in the cave. She was not going anywhere right now, so she might as well...explore what he has to say. He may simply be crazed in the head as she head her aunt Phaedra was, or perhaps not. She would simply have to see.