Makaria stared at him for a few moments as she drew closer. A flash of lightning illuminated the both of them standing in the field as if nothing was wrong. Oh yeah. Definitely a God. No one was that pretty on accident. And not a Greek one. She knew all the Greeks. Thor.
She'd heard that name somewhere. From a friend? From a book. Wait wait, slowly, think about it. She pondered for awhile and then realized she hadn't said anything to him for over a minute. OH no. She didn't want him to think she was rude or.. sow or nervous.
OKAY SHE WAS A LITTLE NERVOUS. Pretty God + Alone + Not knowing him + No Thanatos around + No Hades around = NERVOUS.
Makaria took a breath stumbled a little in the field because she had to stop herself from walking right into him.
"Goddess of Blessed Death.. Oh I mean, I am. Greek Goddess. Of Blessed Death. Ah ha.. Um.." Makaria reached back and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Sorry, I don't meet many people. I mean, while they're alive. NOT THAT You're just people. No, I mean. I don't.. I uh... I'm out here because I like watching storms sometimes. Because of all the energy in the air and I don't do well in crowds anyway so I'm normally draw to places with no people like in this sort of weather. Or when it's pouring in London. Cause I make people uneasy, being Death." She'd forgotten to breath, so she did gasp loudly.
"I am terrible at introductions sometimes. My father would be glowering right now. Um, pleased to meet you Thor, God of Thunder. You're really tall." Bite your tongue! Which she did!