Serafina most certainly would take any excuse to get dressed up rather extravagantly and attend a fancy party, and the celebration taking place in Sularia was most certainly a good excuse. She had commissioned a gown crafted in a shimmering, nearly transparent golden material. The dress draped her form perfectly, cinched on one side with a transparent sheath emblazoned with gold designs allowed for one of her legs to be seen all the way to the hip. The dress had only one shoulder, with a cape like piece of fabric hanging down behind her. She wore golden shoes to match, and her hair was done up in an elaborate masterpiece of an updo. She felt absolutely fantastic dressed as she was, and she was more than ready to enjoy the celebration.

When she arrived at her destination, the goddess made her way over to the elaborate bar that had been constructed, ordering a glass of red wine. She would not be able to become intoxicated from the wine, but she enjoyed the taste nevertheless. After the bartender had given her what she asked, she turned, her eyes scanning over the guests of the party. She was looking for someone, and it was someone that she was unsure of whether or not had accepted her invitation to meet her there.

Serafina had extended the invitation to Kebeche, the Anpu that had sought her out at the Second Circle. What had started as a mere conversation with Kebeche wanting to present himself to the Goddess of Death had evolved into a conversation where the pair had asked a few questions of one another, learning a bit about one another’s past, which had led to several other conversations, and Serafina had at first found herself rather intrigued by him. Eventually the intrigue had grown into a fascination, and now she was not sure what fascination had turned into, but she was certainly hoping that he would show up.

When she had invited him, she had been careful not to make it sound as though she were demanding it. He had made it rather clear to her that he would do anything she asked, so to speak, because of her domain… but she wanted him to come of his own accord, not because he felt bound by honor to do so. It was for this reason that she had commissioned the gown that she wore - she wanted something that would stand out, something that would be sure to draw his eye - something that would make it have been worth it for him to come to the celebration in Sularia.

She knew it was perhaps a bit foolish - there was always the chance that the only reason he had divulged so much about his past and who he was to her could have been due to her status… but there was another part of her that hoped that was not the case. She was hoping he found her just as fascinating as she found him - but only time would tell.

She sipped her wine as she scanned the crowd, waiting and hoping that he would appear. Occasionally, passerby would stop and make conversation with her, as she was not masking her godly aura, and she would happily chat with them. She had decided that this celebration was not a time for her snide and sarcastic side - instead, she turned on the charm, though she would, every so often, break eye contact with those she was speaking with, looking around to see if her invited escort would arrive.

The invitation had come as something of a surprise, a welcome one, but a surprise none the less. When he had first gone to the Second Circle, he had only anticipated introducing himself to the Goddess, and offering his service to her - what had transpired afterwards had been a pleasant surprise. The Anpu had become jaded, since his beloved had stabbed him and left him for dead (only to inadvertently cast him from their world to this) Kebeche had taken everything others said with a pinch of salt, especially when it came from the mouth of a woman… but that had not been the case with Sera. 
A smile flickered across the Anpu’s jackal-like face as he realised that he had inwardly referred to the Goddess by the nickname used by her friends. Was that how he saw himself now? As her friend? Was that how she saw him? That was the more important question wasn’t it? Yes she had sent him this invite, but was it because he was her friend or because she wished for an escort with a presence few could offer as he could? 

Ah. There it was. The cynical voice left behind from the wound left by the one he had loved most in the world. Sera was not like her, she had been hurt before herself, she knew his pain, understood his cynicism towards the world even if her own wounds were from different circumstances. She was the polar opposite of his father, despite her title (the Death part at least) she did not remind him of Anubis in the slightest. He had yet to understand whether he saw this as a good or a bad thing. 
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Kebeche had made the decision to attend regardless of Sera’s reasoning behind the invite. He wanted to see her, wanted to be seen with her… and he intended on making an impression.

Ordinarily for events of this caliber, Kebeche would have worn his ceremonial armour, but he still could not quite bring himself to put it on, he had got out his own blood and repaired the wound in the chest plate, but he could not get over the images that came with the mere thought of it on his form. There were other outfits, ones that would bring as much attention to him as his elaborate armour might, and he had a feeling that one outfit in particular would appeal to Sera’s… other domain.

As expected, all those within sight of the Anpu turned their gaze upon him, some stopping mid-dance to stare at him incredulously, it amused him. At over seven feet in height, he had the tendency to catch the attention of those around him at the best of times, even when he was wearing his looser cotton garbs. Today, today however was something entirely new, for Revaliir at least. 
His torso was entirely bare, revealing the large scar in his ribs just below his heart, the closest he wore to clothes was a choker of gold, armbands of the same on his upper arms, an ankh dangling from the left, stunning against his silken ebony fur. He had finally adorned his ears, as had been his custom once, the five golden cuffs along the edges of both ears, he had not put on his headdress, he was no Chief nor King, not here. High on his waist, a tight sash of white material edged in gold, the skirt attached to it fell so one large piece of material fell between his legs at the front, two at the back to protect his modesty, but not without giving a teasing flash of the muscles the last beneath, the promise  of stamina and strength. His feet were bare as they always were, anklets flashing with every step. 

He had dressed to impress, and he had come for one reason - to shine beside the Goddess that had caught his attention. A brief smile flickered across his face as he spotted the woman, she looked just as stunning as she had the day they had met, ore so in fact, she seemed to glow. Making his way through the crowd, the Anpu stood before Sera, bowing as he had in her realm, fist upon his heart, head low. ”You look stunning Sera, I was happy to receive your invitation, I had not expected it by any means, but I am glad you asked me. Will I do?” He asked.

It seemed that Kebeche was not one to make Serafina wait, as not much time had passed before her eyes found him. Of course, he would be hard to miss – his appearance was hardly something regularly seen anywhere in Revaliir. When her eyes fell upon him, she felt her breath catch in her chest momentarily, as she was so taken with his appearance. Something stirred within her as she took in the sight of him, however she was only able to revel in his appearance for a moment before his eye caught hers. At that moment, she felt a smile spread across her face and a bit of color rush to her otherwise pale cheeks. She dipped her head slightly in an uncharacteristically shy manner. She kept her eyes on him as he made his way across the room to her, and when he was only a few paces from her, the smile across her face stretched even further.

”Not nearly as happy as I am that you accepted, I would imagine,” she replied, and the tone of her voice seemed to solidify that sentiment. ”You’ll do rather nicely, I expect… though I also expect that is an incredible understatement,” she added with soft laughter. As he was bowed in a salute, she reached forward to him, gently placing her hand on his arm. ”Please, you are not here as a subject, Kebeche. You are my guest – you are here with me, not for me,” she added, encouraging him to raise his head again. When he had straightened back up she looked up him, and with some help from the heeled shoes she managed to reach up and place a palm on the side of his face, leaning to one side and placing her lips against the side of his face.

After a moment she pulled away and took a step back, twirling around so that the extra fabric of her dress flowed around her, catching what light their was and sparkling. ”The real question, I think, is will I do?” she asked, though she let out a soft laugh as she finished twirling, though she knew that he had already complimented her appearance. She fell silent for a moment, though the smile was still on her face. ”You know, I think we just might be the best looking pair at this celebration,” she said, scooping her cup of wine back off the bar and taking a sip. She motioned to the bartender to come towards them so that Kebeche could order something, if he wished.

”You know,” she began, looking away from Kebeche for a brief moment before she brought her gaze back to him. ”It’s been an awfully long time since I can remember being so anxious about someone accepting one of my invitations. It reminded me of being a young girl, long before I was made vaewolf,” she said, the tone of her voice giving way to the fact that she remembered this time somewhat fondly. ”I have so much enjoyed the time I have gotten to spend with you – and as my reputation suggests, that is not something I say lightly,” she added. It was true – though she still took part in the activities that her divine nature encouraged, there had been a few activities she had been less interested in since she had begun to spend time with him – rather, activities that she did not necessarily want to forgo, but wanted him involved with – though at the point she found herself with him, she was not quite prepared to invite him to such a thing – not yet, at least. It was not entirely out of the question, but she feared if she were to invite him for such a thing, he may disappear – and that was not certainly something she wanted to happen.

She shook the pressing thoughts from her head and broadened her smile once more. ”I thought it time that we do something other than sit around and idly chat, though I have so much loved that,” she said. She took another drink of her wine before setting the cup back down.

”Why don’t you escort me to the dancefloor?” she suggested, holding her hand out to him. The difference in height between the pair would be interested, of course, but she had no doubt that with her divine grace and the way he carried himself, they would have no trouble at all.