"Too late…" Dalanesca said to Angela as she motioned for her to quiet, a grin spreading over her lips as Poppy began to squawk at her. She crouched down and gave the child a little wave. "Of course she'd notice me, I am also the loud one," she said, her voice taking on a bit of a cutesy tone as she looked at Poppy. She straightened herself up and looked back at Angela. "I'm sorry to interrupt your peace and quiet," she said.
When Angela mentioned that Serci was interested in one of her daughters, she wiggled her eyebrows at her fellow goddess rather suggestively. "He has yet to meet me, though, hasn't he?" she said, giving Angela her signature wink. She returned Angela's hug, beaming as she did so. "I'll be interested to try the finished product," she added as Angela mentioned concocting something new for her by mixing some new flavors. "You are not wrong… Drae is easy on the eyes…" she said, and then chuckled. "What do you mean, before we mess with him?" she asked, feigning innocence as much as she possibly could.
She joined Angela at the table that popped up, though she did not help herself to the whiskey. Instead, she pulled a flask out that had been strapped to her thigh and took a pull off of it before placing it back in its holder. "I'll have to pay Rohan a visit before I leave then, check up on him," she said, frowning. "That incident was never supposed to get so out of hand," she said, with a sigh. "Those mortals and their greed can cause even a god to go out of control," she said, frowning. "I am just so grateful that I was able to heal him," she said.
The serious conversation the two goddesses had been having subsided as Serci came into view. Dalanesca's gaze immediately locked onto him as he approached. Even with his limp and wounds - which she assumed were from the battles in Harena - he was a sight to see, Angela had not been wrong about that. She waited patiently as he addressed Angela, showing her the emblem stitched into the back of his cloak. When he finally addressed Dalanesca, she raised her eyebrows rather inquisitively at him, placing her hand in his as he offered it to her while bowing his head.
After a moment, she glanced at Angela, her hand still resting in Serci's, and let out a fairly hearty laugh. "He… he really doesn't know who I am, does he?" she asked, between chuckles. After a moment, she dropped her hand from Serci's and stood up, facing him. He had well over half a foot on her in height, but that made no difference to her as she gazed up at him, her bright, ice blue eyes analyzing his features before she spoke again. Rather than introducing herself immediately, she circled him, keeping an incredibly short distance between the pair. "Not bad, Angela," she said, dragging her hand across the emblem on the back of his cloak as she circled him. "Makes me wonder what kind of Champion of my own I could find," she continued, her voice low. She stopped as she stood behind him and reached up, placing a hand on either of his shoulders. She began to guide him towards one of the chairs, which she pulled out and then pushed him to sit down in.
"I am the Reaper. Well, Dalanesca. I'm not a fan of all that fancy honorific bullshit," she said, as she sat him down, still standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders. She leaned close to his ear and continued speaking, smirking across the table at Angela as she did so. "And you are the Divine Artificer," she said, giving an unnecessary flourish to the words. "The Champion of Angela Rose," she said. "I came to give you my approval… or disapproval," she said, her grip on his shoulders tightening somewhat. "Visually… you have my approval," she nearly whispered, though she winked at Angela across the table. It was rather clear that she was making a game out of this.
At that moment, Drae appeared, and Dalanesca glanced at him with the same smirk, chuckling at his comment to Serci. "You know me too well, Drae," she said, walking to Drae and grinning as he kissed the back of her hand. She then retired to the seat nearest to Serci, pushing her skirt aside to retrieve her flask once more, and taking a long draw from it once more. It remained on the table this time, and her gaze remained fixed on Angela's new champion as the group conversed.