Twyla looked at the figure approaching them. All she could see was white. Twyla knew it was their guest because it was the only person that Twyla could see; not that Twyla could see her. A long, flowing white cloak glowed faintly and hid any shape of the person underneath. A hood hung over her face and shadows concealed any details. Even their hands were kept secreted away beneath the layers of the white fabric. She moved with not the natural bounce of steps. Instead she glided towards them with a grace Twyla knew she would never have. Twyla felt her anxiety increase. Was she ready? Would she ever be ready to meet a new person in this world?
"What is she?" Twyla asked.
"Shut up," Raven hissed.
"Athena," Bastian greeted. He inclined his head ever so slightly.
"My Lady Athena," Raven greeted next. She stood and bowed deeply.
Twyla panicked. What the hell was she supposed to do?
