Her ears would twitch as she looked down from the hill over to you. Her expression smug and cocky, like usually. The goddess, holding her staff, tries to get your attention by the storm as well as thunder around her.

Finally, as you looked over to her, she feels a slight sense of accomplishment. Her smug expression not faltering.

"Impressive, isn't it, little cookie?"

The last words betrayed her cocky demeanour as they sounded more sweet-like.