♘▸ ⌠ Yato regards the weapon with a cold stare, twirling her sword in her hand.  She’d been training when she sensed a certain.....presence that she couldn’t put a finger to.  Still, she made no move to attack, not typically one to jump to violence.  With narrowed eyes and tight grip, she speaks sharply, her words like poison while her eyes shot daggers.

     The chill of the night air was a welcome feel sweeping across her skin. The bright moon reminded her of rituals back home-- some the might have called upon her for the specific practices that were Goetia’s specialty and others some lesser tome that sufficed for its simper use. What? It wasn’t her fault they’d been too weak to use her. Aside from that, the shrouded night sky was perhaps something that felt the closest to anything she could call ‘home’. It reminded her of the comfort that came with being in her tome form. A mindless rest with a vague sense of the going ons around her. Voices echoing in the nearby distance-- or maybe they hadn’t been far away at all. Yes, the nighttime reminded her of her natural state.

     The crunch of leaves close by didn’t garner a startled reaction from the tome just as it might have anyone else. For as absorbed in the night as Goetia had been, she was careful not to let her guard down. That is to say, she sensed the shift of energy long before the arrival. “Good evening,” a hum, “And to whom or what do I owe the pleasure of this beautiful moonlit meeting?”

“Who’s there!? I’ll- oh, it’s you.”

Among all the weapons he knew, Skadi was the only one Ganglari didn’t attack on sight. His once tense demeanor relaxed and gave way to, surprisingly, a somewhat peaceful expression (or at least the best he could give). Scarlet eyes scanned the other carefully; perhaps he was making sure they were untouched.

After all, if someone hurt them, he would not hesitate to end them.