She flinched (or as close to a flinch as she could get) when the beast approached. She'd never seen something like him before - unlike any of the people she'd talked to in the past, but, then again, they were so widely varied that it wasn't exactly uncommon for strange creatures to come across the lonesome statue.

Still, the spotted pelt had her heart beating faster for a second. Someone like her, or at least with heritage like hers. There was little else in common between the two, however, between the glowing green eyes and the wings...only the spotted pelt garnered a reaction.

The question was blunt, but not unexpected. Not a single creature had walked by without asking what had happened or something of the sort. She smiled a little sadly, as best a cat could, anyways. "I was born like this. My gem keeps me trapped here." For a moment, she searched over the other one, for wherever their gemstone was, and it took her a moment to realize that it was his horns. He was so...much that the horns looking like that weren't too out of place.

"Who are you?" Her voice was eager, glad to have new company to talk to. "Where did you come from?"

She grew a little uncomfortable as the creature suddenly began to circle her a little, leaving her line of sight for a moment and apparently inspecting the sides of her. She tried to follow him with her eyes but it was difficult. Would it be rude to point that out? Some guy comes up to talk to her and she just demands he stay in front of her? Would that chase him away and leave her alone to another cycle of sloth and loneliness?

"Can you...maybe...stand in front of me? I can't move my head to see you." She tried, she really did, but it was as stiff as every, the skin on her neck crystalline and hard and holding her head in place. Whether he did or not, she forgot about it in a moment at his reply. Come from a storm? Was that even possible? The implications of that got her excited all of a sudden, that a creature could be created by nothing but a storm, whatever that was supposed to be. And even as he spoke, rain began to fall.

Seshat, having never experienced rain in her life, squeaked with surprise when a droplet of water landed on her head. Eyes trained up just in time to watch one land right on her nose. Almost unconsciously, her tongue flicked out to catch one as it fell and, for the first time in her life, she had a drink of water.

It was a single drop of water, but it felt cool and clean on her tongue and she kept trying, ignoring Shango for a moment in favor of trying to catch every drop of water that fell from the sky. It was a game that could keep her amused for hours, maybe even days, after the utter boredom she'd experienced for the past cycle. She laughed as she continued before remembering that Shango was still there and blinked, eyes flicking back to him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I've just never seen this before. What is this? Is this a storm?" She grinned wide. "I love it!"

She tried to remember the last thing he'd said to her - something about coming out of a crystal? And eating? She giggled - it probably would have offended her, but she was too elated from this rain to care. "It was too stones actually. I came out of one but found myself stuck in another. That was a couple of cycles ago, I think. As for eating..." she paused and focused, taking in the nutrition of the damp air, the stones beneath, the water dropping onto the ground around her. Shango wouldn't see anything, but Seshat had no way of knowing this. "Like that! I use magic."

Seshat blinked. Had nothing happened? She thought that there would be something that she couldn't see from her position - maybe energy pulling into her body or a faint glow of her gem. So she was actually a little confused when Shango questioned what she'd done. "Uh, oh it must be invisible. Uhh, I basically use magic to...eat from what's around me? I don't...really know how it works but it works. Or unless someone feeds me." Her thoughts went to Attikias for a moment and the delicious jerky he fed her when he came around. She unconsciously licked her chops. His visits were the highlights of her life.

She mouthed the word - rain - before she tested it on her tongue. "Rain, huh?" She looked up again and stuck her tongue out, just letting the water fall before lapping up what she could. That was really nice. It wasn't enough to quench her thirst, although the moisture made it pretty easy to fix that issue. But the sudden barrage of lightning had her heart jumping and eyes widening with terror at the sound. Tears that ever-so-commonly poured down her cheeks were springing to her eyes unbidden, but this out of fear of the loud noises and the flashing lights. She hurridly blinked, trying to get rid of them so that she didn't hurt Shango's feelings. She forced another small smile on her face. "It's really c-cool, Shango! This is what made you?" Was it just the lightning that made the storm? Or the rain too?

She was very stimulated right now. A lot of New was happening, her pupils almost consuming her eyes. She almost missed Shango's question, catching herself right in time. "Uh, walk? No. I can't move anything other then my face and ears."

Isn't that terrible? She paused. She knew it was terrible, but it hadn't ever been words she'd said to herself. She tried to stay positive, find the good things in her daily life, but having Shango just say it out loud...yeah, that hurt. She couldn't stop the tears now, streaming from her eyes as she stared at the hybrid. "Yeah. It's pretty terrible." That's right. This was all terrible. This was a mess. She couldn't walk, she couldn't move, she couldn't even turn her head. One sentence was all it took to wipe out all that hope she'd been trying to build in her heart.

What was the point of listening to stories and remembering things? What was the point if she could only stay here and waste away? There wasn't - she was totally useless. Just a waste of space. This was terrible and Shango knew that it was. Her eyes dropped to the ground and she fell silent.