"Wooow, that's so interesting," Mai responded in genuine amazement - or was she just more excitable with the alcohol in her system - finding the contrast between the god's profession and his voice. "Your voice," she clarified with a nod, "is teal."
She swayed a bit - again, not sure if the alcohol or the general vibes at the gala - on the rhythm of the songs, surving the endless waves of colors around her.
"Hm... He does have that aura about him, doesn't he?" Mai remarked thoughtfully. Her voice was dreamy, almost absent-minded. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Hephaestus. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I won't say a word to Arawn," she assured him, returning his laughter with a warm smile
Hephaestus decided that she was rather adorable with her approach. As she clarified that his voice was teal, the God noddded. He didn't really understand it all that much but he'd agree with her without arguing. "That makes sense. I will accept teal. It's a unique perspective," he stated, agreeing with the girl. He steadied her with a hand, making sure that she didn't fall again.
"Do be careful, there," he stated.
As she agreed with his point about the death god, Hephaestus laughed. "That's good and I'll keep yours too . I'm sure you don't want him to know that you were drunk," he added, with a twinkle. "So, what color is the music?" he asked, out of curiousity. "Have you mentioned the color thing to others?"
The Celtic demigoddess could no longer deny that the alcohol had anything to do with her lack of balance. She was clumsy when sober, true, and if she didn't focus on the room she was in, she could get lost in the colors surrounding her even without a drop of alcohol. But never did a room start spinning, or people appear double.
But she did her best not to fall over, and that was all that mattered. Right?
"Thank you," Mai responded to the God's warning, leaning onto his arm to steady herself. The colors - now changed to shades of yellows - danced around the young demigoddess, making it harder and harder to focus on the physical realm.
"It's mostly yellow now. I can see some oranges and even some soft greens," the young woman answered. "Mhm! I make art with it~ The color thing~"
Hephaestus was quite impressed. She made art as well? He could consider his own craft art as well in a specific way (since he dealt in metalwork mostly). That was rather impressive to him. "What sort of art? Do you paint, sculpt?" He asked, genuinely interested in what the demigoddess did with her skills. After all, Arawn had mentioned the demigoddess briefly to him when he'd been boasting about how precious everyone is in his pantheon and boasting about how everyone is so skilled.
He led her over to the table he was sharing with Skadi and some friends, so that she could rest for a moment. "May I offer you some water so that you're not stuck with a hangover tomorrow morning?" He asked, bringing Mai a glass of water. "I don't think you should drink anymore. That wouldn't be too good for you," He stated.
Mai mused as she followed the God to a table. Maybe for the best, so she could lean on something other than a tall man. "Yes~!" she answered, only when saying the word, she realized that didn't exactly answer the question. "I paint with synesthesia- the color thing," she nods, "but I do other stuff as well! I don't sculpt, though, but I do pottery."
The young Celt was about to list all the forms of art she had done, and tried, and still partook in, but soon realized it was probably quicker to recite a list of things she couldn't - or simply just didn't - do, yet.
"I don't make music, or dance, either," she said dreamily, "oh! Nor do I smith or forge~" The artist giggled a bit, then pouted when Hephaestus cut her off of drinks.
"But wine is so yummy! I'm not that drunk," she said, before accepting the glass of water anyway.
