A Present in January [Santa, Amaranta]

Persquisa allowed Amaranta to pinpoint the oncoming presence, eliciting an amused grin from the tall leonine woman as she walked among a group of civilians. Outside of one particularly agitating, albeit entertaining, run in with a hollow-hating kido specialist, the Burning Lioness had adapted to the living realm quite well. Khaana ran her through a few trials and told her the dos and don'ts after their little deal, and let her operate from there. All things told, Amaranta blended in without any particular issue. She held no interest in bullying humans unless they annoyed her, and if she got hungry, she could think of far better meals than measly little people like this.

Wandering eyes varied between intrigue, finding her tall and exotic appearance enthralling, while others simply looked on with curiosity, avoiding her out of principle. This particular group was cool. Sort of like what they called an entourage. Yet, her interest was cast towards that source, and she broke away from them slightly to look into this presence.

An empowered stride of sonido led her to the the source of interest within a few seconds. Amaranta tilted her head, noting the woman's appearance with a grin. Another Arrancar, eh? Those little horns gave her away rather quickly, but the leonine woman didn't get the idea that the woman was trying to hide that, so she paid little attention to it. Extending a hand upward, she waved towards Santa, standing a few meters away. She looked pretty nice on the eyes, but Amaranta wasn't going to make nice just yet. Arrancars came in varying forms and personalities. She could be here to introduce herself, or to start some shit. Neither option bothered her, honestly.

" Another Arrancar, huh? What's up, Lady? I sensed your presence, and decided I'd get the jump on ya and meet you first. Name's Amaranta. "

Such a nice Arrancar? Amaranta barely knew the woman, and she was assuming she was nice? In her defense, Amaranta had approached her pretty respectfully. She didn't come waltzing in with that aura of antagonism and the accompanying smug expression. She reveled in that sort of entrance, but she'd learned rather quickly that that type of attitude would lead her into a heaping pile of shit nine times out of ten. She wasn't in the particular mood to play the villain anyway, and the warm smile on Santa's face was amusing, endearing even. It was neat to cross paths with another Arrancar on earth.

Amaranta followed the woman's gaze as she looked over at the little entourage of people behind her before sweeping the woman in her arms. The sheer, unexpected nature of the act rendered her speechless for a moment as Santa pulled her into her embrace. On one hand, Amaranta was very unfamiliar with this display of friendliness. On another, she was actually impressed with how weightless the woman made her feel. She was packing some strength.

She didn't even have time to fully register everything before she was set down. Her friendly aura was a bit of a culture shock to a woman who reveled in playing heel. She supposed it was fair to show her the same courtesy, but man... this felt weird. Taking a deep breath as she stifled the small blush in her ebony cheeks, Amaranta listened to the woman rattle off three questions in rapid succession. She expected something, but Santa clearly threw her for a loop.

"Holy hell, I didn't expect to meet an friendly Arrancar. Those are a rarity where I'm from, but I suppose it would be different on earth. Ya got some strength on ya, too. Uh... to answer your first question, I like earth. I got bored with Hueco Mundo. Don't get me wrong, Hueco's cool but all that sand and so little action? Just wasn't doing it for me. I still visit to participate in some combat, though. I do live somewhere around here, yea. Neat little place, in fact. And as far as others following me..." Amaranta would glance toward the men and women who had been following her, pointing towards them as she chuckled.

"Yeah, I got a couple of fans. Neat people who like telling me how cool I am, complimenting me, among other things..."

Turning toward the woman she grinned, canting her head to the side, setting a hand against her hip as she observed the woman's appearance.

"What about you, Santa? You occupy a place here on earth? Or are ya just travellin' around?" She inquired.

Intrigued, Amaranta observed the woman with quiet curiosity, listening to each word that fell from her lips. It was unlike anything she had ever heard before, but that didn't lessen her interest one bit. According to her, she valued peace on earth and one method she chose to ensure that peace involved observing and checking in on other Arrancar that occupied a place in the living realm. She didn't really have much to go by outside of that sweep, but she wondered about the woman's strength, wondered if she had to fight any of their kind to make sure they didn't step out of line. Fortunately, Amaranta had already had a slice of humble pie, even though old habits died hard.

She wasn't going to drum up any shit where there wasn't any shit to be started, and so on and so forth. Truth be told, Amaranta enjoyed it here, understood that she couldn't transfer habits from Hueco mundo to the living realm. At first, the humans here had annoyed her. Loud, weak, always running away, but people like that little entourage behind her? Cool guys and girls. They weren't intimidated, and found her appearance quite captivating. She liked her current spot in life, all things told. If she needed action, she'd simply start shit or challenge others to enter the little arena she'd built from scratch in Hueco. If she wanted to chill like today? She'd just chill.

"That sounds like a challenging goal, but I can respect it. Not every Arrancar who comes here is actually entering this realm with good intentions. To be honest, I'm not really what you'd call a nice gal... but I like it here. I've already had my slice of humble pie and a couple of beatings to understand the tools of the trade here, so I've no intents on causing chaos. It's a nice place. I could see why you'd want to maintain peace. I'm curious... what made you want to undertake that type of task... compared to everything else?" Amaranta posed a question as she motioned for the woman to walk with her. Contemplating if she wanted to grab a bite to eat and continue their conversation away from the streets. She'd wait for the answer first, though.

Amaranta chuckled softly following the woman's warning. It was kind of adorable, truth be told. Before the adaption, she certainly would have humored the idea of antagonizing this blonde bombshell, testing the validity of her statement and how well she could actually keep up in spite of her self-perceived inability as a fighter. The leonine woman had lost her fair share of fights so far, and was genuinely looking for a win. One wasn't so much a battle, but a challenge... and she slipped up.

Crafty little orange-haired brat beat her at her own game and took advantage of her pride. Then, there was the fucking demon bimbo. Amaranta was in need of some victories, to be sure, but that wasn't important at the moment. If she wasn't much of a fighter to begin with, there wasn't really a need to press the matter at the moment.

"Oho, is that so~? Well, don't you worry your pretty little head, Santa. As much as I'd welcome the thought of throwing down and testing you out as a fighter, there really isn't any benefit in me disturbing the peace. I already have the soul reapers to worry about if I cause too much discord," she humored, waving a hand around before motioning towards a Cafe with several pairs of tables and chairs littered outside.

"Anyway, it's gettin' pretty crowded out here. Want to sit down and grab a bite to eat? You approached me, so you might as well spend some gettin' to know me, yea? Just in case I become someone ya' need to beat up and keep in check," she humored, opening a chair for the woman while she directed her little entourage to get a waiter.

"Nah, that makes sense. I'm not going to bullshit you and act like the lot of us don't come here looking to sate our appetites or disturb the status quo, but I just... let's just say I like my current position in life. It's interesting here. If I gotta keep myself in line to enjoy the perks of bein' here, then fuck it. I've got my ways of entertaining myself."

Amaranta would offer a curt nod in the waiter's direction after the confirmation, her gaze returning towards the blonde woman as she parsed her next question. Huh... she supposed that was a fair question. She didn't mind answering it one bit.

"Honestly? I'd say probably a few months at most. I've adapted pretty well only because of this dainty gal I met when I came here looking to stir shit up. She's the reason' i've got a job, a lil' bit of cash flow, and a neat little home to retire when I'm bored. "

Amaranta would casually lean back in her chair, a soft chortle spilling from her lips. Khaana was pretty nice on the eyes and that extra layer she hid beneath that exterior was kind of enticing, but that haughty attitude annoyed her to no end, especially that' fuckin title she'd gotten way too comfortable with. Kitten? Tch...