Onatah had been ready to introduce herself to Raven’s guest when Guns came back and started talking about the paint. She didn’t mind the paint, she just didn’t want someone else painting her. Least of all someone who might have been considered a complete stranger. Yes, she’d had her own past experiences with the god, but that was enough for her to want to just have some food, exchange pleasantries and return home. This, however, did not seem to be an option. It looked like she would be forced to stay for a while.
At Guns’ request for her to join him, she glanced at Lela. The other goddess was offering a sympathetic look, but really, Lela would have rather been paired with anyone else in the room. Even Iktomi, but he wasn’t there. Instead, she was stuck with… Coyote. She a little sigh, she approached the Trickster. Yes, she had been avoiding him. Yes, she wanted to keep her distance. But in this situation, and considering he had just done something Guns told him to do, she had a feeling she just might be safe. At least while she was there. “Coyote,” she greeted him with something close to a friendly tone. She looked through the colors, chose yellow and handed him a brush. It might have been a pointless effort, but she had to try at the very least.
Onatah, meanwhile, had approached Guns. She was more prone to sucking it up and letting the situation unfold. So long as he didn’t try and kidnap her, she was fine with being there. She offered him a smile, doing her very best to be friendly and accepting of this little… party. She didn’t exactly approve, but it was an effort on his part, right? She’d never get over the past. Even if she had been lucky enough to be in the Underworld at the time, she had returned in the Spring to find her people gone, or else dead. She couldn’t remember ever meeting or running into him; he had probably been too busy chasing the other immortals. She was at a loss for words, though she had a feeling Guns would be quick to get her talking.