She had come, not because she was familiar with the game, the new god or even the battle that was currently going on within her own pantheon. She had come because she wished to see old familiar faces, she had come because she wished to see who was here in New York and get a better feel for the way time had altered the relationships of so many.
Unobtrusive, willing to sit in the most darkened area of the stands so as not to attract attention. She watched in silence, with no more involvement than those pale blue eyes and a cherry snowcone. She hadn't even dressed the part. Her typical attire of fluttering darkness covered her small, pale form even now.
She positioned herself so that she could watch both the crowd and the rink. She wanted to see, to learn, and what better vantage of the spotlight, than from the shadows.
...of course a quick glance now and again up at the Garden's board drew a tiny quirk to her lips now and again, just as the violence upon the ice removed it.
Hecate, dark goddess though she may be, has always been tender-hearted. It is all in fun though, and thus she lets herself enjoy the beauty of Godly crimson staining the blue-white ice.