Erin frowned looking at the Goddess Celeste, crossing the room.
"First," she said, pointing at Celestia, tone firm, "I'm Erin Dranemount right now, not your niece. And second, you know deities can't just waltz into the mortal world like it's a picnic."
Celestia leaned back, silver robes flowing like liquid light, waving a hand casually. "Believe me, I had no plans to visit before Judgment Day, but I manifested this temporary avatar after your… recent mishap." Her eyes twinkled as Erin's face turned red.
Erin looked away, muttering, "It's not my fault. That idiot pushed me too far."
Celestia's laugh was bright, filling the room, making Erin spin back, shouting, "Stop laughing, you old hag!"
Unfazed, Celestia raised her hands, grinning. "It's the first time I've seen you so flustered, my dear. Not even as a child did you pout like this."
Erin's eyes narrowed, voice sharp. "It's your fault for not describing him properly. He's an insufferable jerk, obsessed with her."
