@Zyx
For a moment,
Anath Homura merely measured the man that approached her as she matched his gaze with an enigmatic expression. Swiftly, she switched to a much more friendly façade, adopting an amicable aura for him as he came closer: A demure downward tilt of her head. A slight smile, and a shimmer in her sole eye.
She performed exceedingly well, waiting a precise amount of time as he completed his introduction in a state of serenity - she was seated quite comfortably - then proceeded with perfection to give a prim and poignant reply to his greeting:
As one whom was always willing to adhere to proper etiquette; with eternal elegance her hand reached outwards. She spoke with a voice that was simultaneously soft and sharp, faintly lingering like fond memories of long ago, yet fading away too soon. Her words were suffuse with sacred truth and cosmic lucidity, letting even the notion of a lie ever passing her lips seem a most severe and absurd crime.
"It is an unexpected pleasure, Sam. I am Anath Homura. I would be delighted if you shall speak with me." So close, she was decidedly divine. The way she spoke, as well as the weapon she wielded; the golden glaive that possessed a powerfully concealed and caged celestial light burning brighter than a thousand-thousand suns. There was the clarity of her complex yet simple shape, and every mesmerizing motion.
Her immortal soul singing in harmony with the wondrous song of Heaven...