Stepping out of the rowdy tavern, scowling as she narrowly missed her censored being slapped by a drunk dragon, Kaida crossed her arms over her chest. There was a reason she was no longer living in the heart of Elysia, but within Valhalla. And this was damn sure one of them. Danae had dumped her off here, not wanting her to leave, but not wanting her to stay within his palace. She'd not known she was wandering into another realm when she passed through the Elysian portal, but now that she was here, there was no turning back. She'd have to stay until she gained the trust to leave, but Kaida knew that it wouldn't happen how the god wanted it to. Of all the people to wander into his realm, she was both the best and the worst. The best, seeing as her distaste for Xanth gave her props, and she'd not cause havoc for him in that sense. The worst because she wasn't like some love struck power hungry fool. She would do what she wanted, when she wanted, and he'd have to deal with it. Strike her down, or ignore her completely, she wasn't about to be stuck here without any hope to go back to Valhalla.
Clenching her jaw as she looked over the shoulder at the pub/tavern she just walked from, she made a silent vow to allow the man time to touch her body when she returned. He'd find his arm broken, and blood spewing from his nose. Perhaps then they would understand, she was no censored push over. They hadn't paid her much attention, not knowing she didn't belong here, but Kaida didn't suspect that would last long. Eventually some drunken man would paw at her, and cause her to rip into them, her claws doing the most damage. Until then however, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing she was Elysian. Of course, only Elysian by blood.
Finding herself soon upon the steps of Danae's temple, her eyes wandered to the harpies guarding the monstrous building. Their claws were larger than hers could ever be, but she had weapons of her own. Ignoring them, but preparing to take them down should they attack, Kaida made her way up the stairs. She wanted to see more of this god, and hell if she'd be stopped.