No one doubted his love for Teu. Kieran went to great lengths to show his devotion to her. From roses to intimate cuddles, and,more recently, extensive oil massages to her growing belly where his twin children were sleeping, waiting, growing. While this wasn't Teu's first pregnancy, it was for Kieran. It was his hyper obsession with his mate taking it easy that led her to push him out of the house with the order of making friends. Actual friends, not just acquaintances.

What better way to do this than at Angela’s birthday bash? Kieran dressed in his noble finery, a black jacket suit with a matching black vest, and a navy blue button-up shirt. He entered the reception all, handed his parcel off to an attendant, and began to meander through the guests. His icy gaze took in each delicate flower, the branching trees. The time and effort it must have taken to create all of this seemed surreal.

The noble took a glass of wine from one of the fountains as he continued admiring the decorations. He found himself staring at the cake in the center. Leaning against the railing, sipping on his wine, Kieran admired the unfamiliar landscapes. His only venture outside of Canelux was to a winter ball in Zets’Ki’s Cradle, where his brother had sent an assassin upon him. Would the world ever be peaceful enough for his children to grow up within?

The party was fun, and Lady Glory was happy to have come, she respected and liked Angela, so to help celebrate her birthday was a pleasure for the angel. She had already spoken to and congratulated her sister Goddess and given Angela the gift she had made. With that Sirona had parted ways to allow Angela to greet her other guests, so Sirona had decided to go and mingle for a little while and enjoy the party.

Sirona was wearing some normal and practical clothing, nothing special or out standing, just practical clothing so that she wasn’t here in her full armour suit. Yet, she still had on slippers and socks and evening gloves so that no skin contact would be made if she touched someone. Her shoulder length jet black hair was lose and normal, though well maintained, brilliant blue eyes shone in the light, and her facial tattoos just added to her looks.

Her large white wings were tucked as much as they could behind her, and perched between them against her neck was Lume, her companion owl griffin. About the size of a full grown maine coon cat, his own wings were tucked up, white and brown feathers and fur, with a black dots mixed in, and large owl eyes made him utterly adorable, at least to Sirona. Lume chirped and Sirona reached up and back and scratched him behind the ear with a grin. ”Good boy, Lume.”

Given that this party was hosted by Shiloh Sirona assumed that at some point her big sister, Arti, would be around, would be good to see her big sister again. Sirona hadn’t seen Gabriel or Uriel in some time, she knew they were alive, but that was all. But, Sirona had said in no uncertain terms that she wanted them in her life if they were willing to forget the past and start again. That hadn’t happened so the two much older archangels pretty much ignored Sirona.

When a server had offered her some wine Sirona smiled. ”Thank you, but would you have water available?” The server nodded and then nodded again to someone and a moment later another server with nice cold water came over. ”Thank you.” Sirona thanked her as they walked away. Sirona held the glass up and Lume shifted enough that he could get a sip of the water before Sirona had some.

As she wondered about a few people nodded in her direction, knowing who she was, and Sirona nodded back in greeting. She eventually made her way to the large cake and Lume hooted in her ear and shifted on his perch. ”No, Lume, you can’t have anyway, at least not yet.” Sirona grinned and let him drink some more water.

Icy blue eyes glanced off to the side at the sound of a small creature, accompanied by someone immediately chatting to it. For once, it was someone who did not choose to dress up for the event. The practically dressed angel had what appeared to be an owl sitting on her shoulder, yet was vastly different from the average owl. Kieran quickly recognized it as a griffin, a creature that was half avian and typically half lion.

"Beautiful creature," he commented before drifting back to the cake's visage. "Second only to the extravagance of the cake and decorations." Kieran sipped on his wine. "But the cake is a lie." The noble did not shift his position as his voice dropped into disgust. "It shows only beauty, allowing many to grow complacent. They forget the evil that lurks in the shadows, in the hearts of men." Images of a beaten Taryn and Arziros flashed before him, the air around him growing colder.

He pushed himself to stand straight and finished off the wine before turning his attention back to the angel. "Don't forget. Guard yourself against it. Protect others from falling victim to it." Kieran's grip on his glass was tightening with each second until it shattered in his hand. A curse escaped his lips as he quickly fished out a handkerchief to staunch the flow of blood from a new cut. Teu would not be happy he had injured himself again. "Ir abelas, m'lady. Enjoy your day." Forming a fist around the handkerchief, Kieran renewed his hold on his can and went to leave the angel to the festivities as he tended to his wound.

At the sound of the voice Sirona turned to look at the young man who was complimenting Lume’s appearance. Sirona grinned as Lume peaked over her wing to look at the young man, chirping as he did, large eyes fixed on the man. Though as he continued to speak Sirona’s smile faded and was replaced with a look of puzzlement, feeling the air around him grow colder. Interesting.

When the glass shattered Lume ducked his head behind Sirona’s wing a bit at the sharp sound, while Sirona’s eyes moved to bleeding wound he had inflicted upon himself. When he went to take his leave Sirona made a motion with her hand and sent some healing magic his way to close the wound as she spoke. ”Protecting others is what I do, what I have always done and will always do, fight against the evil in these lands.” She stated simply. ”Yet, all men are capable of great evil, and great good, so I attempt to lead my clergy by example in these times.” She explained. ”It also our job to make it possible for others to do good in their lives, making sure those that are hungry are fed, and those that need shelter have a roof over their heads.” She continued and smiled with a slight bow. ”I am Sirona, and this Lume, if you have a moment would you chat with me?”

His gaze was instantly glued to her hand, knowing whatever she would do would have little effect. At first, a rational fear was that this woman would attempt to send harmful magic that might harm others in the vicinity. But that was ludicrous. Surely, no angel would be that stupid as to risk a room full of innocent people to harm someone who had not slighted them in the least… But then he felt it, a familiar warm sensation of healing magic as it fought against his magical resistance. Kieran quickly realized how quick he had been to judge the woman based purely on the harmful slights of his brother.

Even her words painted her to be a saint amongst the masses. She protected people, aided them, led by example. Things that he has done since the day he could lift a hammer. Kieran simply gazed upon the woman with a sense of wonder, curious about… everything. "Yes…" he murmured at her words, agreeing with what was saying before she bowed and introduced herself. "Forgive me, m'lady," recognizing her name instantly. He gave her a deep bow in return before straightening himself up. "Please, do not waste your mana on me, for it will have little effect. Unfortunately, I have been blessed with resistance due to my ancestry. It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Lady Sirona. I am Kieran Rothslin, third child of Lord Aerik, a nobleman of Adeluna."

Kieran took a moment to properly wrap the handkerchief around his hand before crudely tying it off as if he had some practice bandaging his own hands. His icy gaze respectfully returned to Sirona, his whole demeanor changing as he forced Elwin from his thoughts. The goddess deserved his full attention. She was the here and now. The dragon was trained well on how to hold himself and speak as a noble. While he failed not moments before, he was not going to make that mistake again in the presence of one so blessed by the higher beings. Besides, his mate did tell him to make friends and it was not unheard of for deities to befriend mortals. In fact, it seemed they thrived on their connections. "As long as I am returned to Mamlak by sunset, I am at your disposal, m'lady. What would you wish to discuss?"

The fact he walked with a cane had not escaped Sirona either, and she was thinking on what she could do to help him with that as well. When she had went to heal him it had been with her normal mana, she hadn’t thought the need was there to use her Divine powers to heal him. Yet his body resisted her healing attempts, and he explained as such. ”A pleasure to meet you, Kieran, but, please, Sirona is fine, no need for formalities.” She grinned and reached her hand out again.

Once more healing magic escaped from her towards him, this time however Sirona formed the spell using her Divine powers. This would overcome his resistance easily enough and heal him. ”I didn’t realize your resistance before, Kieran, this time I used my Divine magic to heal you.” She explained. ”If you like, I can heal your leg to.” The offer was accepted and Sirona used more magic to heal his leg back to normal again. ”There we are.” She grinned.

”I don’t wish to keep you occupied long, Kieran.” Sirona explained. ”May I ask, what drives you? What is it that pushes you towards helping those that need it, and helping those that have fallen into the shadows to find the light one again?”