Ivy's eyes flutter open as moonlight cascades through the nearby window. The white drapes drift slightly because of the faint breeze swirling through the open window. She watches the drapes move for a moment before giving a small grunt and sitting up in the bed.

It's no surprise that she'd wake up in the middle of the night. She's been doing this her entire life - though there's no real explanation for why it happens. In the dim light of the spacious, luxury bedroom, she glows like a nightlight. One of the many perks of being an immortal sun goddess.

Ivy isn't very sure where she is - this is a stranger's house, clearly. Her bedroom had much more gold in it. Her gaze drifts down - at least the stranger didn't remove her clothing. Well, the little she has on. It occurs to her that perhaps she might need proper...what's the word? Mortal clothing. Yes, that's it. Walking around half-naked is not...polite on Earth.

The goddess turns her attention back to the moon peering down at her through the window. The moon god, her polar opposite, had a lovely way of making the night look beautiful, despite his frosty personality.

A noise sounds near the bedroom door. Her attention whips in that direction, her golden eyes widening a fraction. It's nearly three in the morning. Who could be awake at this time?