Anastasia was taken aback by the pink haired women's response. Her eyes set aflame as she tried to keep her cool. She would admit, her rant did sound quit scripted but Anastasia was not one to speak out ever because of reactions that this...women - if she could be refereed to as such- presented her. She felt her eyes flame, the green fire dancing from her now angry glare to the women. 

Voices swimming in her mind, cries of pain, sorrow ..anger. she took a few deep breaths but it was no use her necromancer powers were to far surfaced to hide. Her hands were glowing with a cloud like magic, illuminating the same green from her eyes as it traveled up her arms slowly. Enveloping her hand and forearm in a misty green smoke she sucked in her breath as the women stepped in front of her with her hand extended. 

Anastasia flashed her a half grin " You really, don't want to mess with me little girl." she said to her after she exploded with laughter. Trying to pull herself back she clenched hands into fists.As she tried to harness her powers the grass under her feet slowly began to die and wither. 

Frankly she was getting more then tried of this situation as time passed. No matter what did or said seemed to be even noticed. She was being over looked like she had been so many times before. If she was so over looks and unimportant to the people around her then perhaps this journey was not one she cared to take. Why would she waste her time on a group of selfish individuals who couldn't see past their noses. 

The women stank of death, she figured the child was a reaper from the moment she saw her. figures, a brat like her would be a reaper. 
Closing her eyes she tried to ignore the women and the people around her who disregard anything she says. 

Opening them slowly her eyes scanned the group of demons and other folk before her. The only one to show her some form of kindness was Nestor, and from what she could see he too had a connection to the dead. The women who haunted him was clear as day to her. She could see her talking to him and veti. It was interesting to her that this women was able to speak to others who were not connected to the dead like her and apparently Nestor. 

Everyone else how ever showed her not even a spec of interest in conversation. She knew they all heard her but not one even commented, accept for the small child. She was getting aggravated. 

Then Isis showed up, rolling her eyes at the doom and gloom of the goddesses words she sighed heavily crossing her arms. the touch of her hands to her top fore arms spread the clouded mist like wild fire as it engulfed her shoulders and up around her face. 
under her breath she made a comment while slowly shaking her head to herself. She spoke in her native tongue
 
"Þú getur held ég er einn að einfaldlega sjást í tíma og þú munt sjá mikilvægi mína og óska ​​hjálp mína .... og ég mun vera fús til að lækka, svo þá get ég yfir að líta á mikilvægi existances þínum." 

[i]-You may think i am one to simply overlook, in time you will see my importance and wish my help.... and i will be happy to decline, so then i can over look the importance of your existences.-[/i]

She clenched her jaw tightly as she watched the others react the the goddess who just arrived.