Queen Bee only sighed, “I’m sure she’s close by.” Vandal looked around for a bit, as did Klarion and Teekl, before they returned their attention back to Queen Bee. “Vandal, Klarion,” She greeted stiffly, “Good to see you two again.” Queen Bee walked down to meet them, however, it was only her and no one else. When the limo pulled up to Queen Bee’s home, Vandal was the first to get out while Klarion was much more hesitant, an unusual thing for him to be. Klarion didn’t answer, instead, he looked out the window and into the palace of Queen Bee which was coming up fast, squinting his eyes to try and find the anomaly causing the feeling. Vandal noticed the way the Witch Boy cut himself off and raised an eyebrow. To describe how it felt would’ve been hard for Klarion to do since he’s not sure exactly how he felt about it, even Teekl’s fur was puffed and her back was arched yet she didn’t hiss or growl. Something came over him, a feeling that was strong and foreboding, yet there was a sense of playfulness that was mixed in as well. Those old farts don’t even have enough magic to revive a plant.” Klarion sneered before stiffening.
“Whatever, I bet you the reason you don’t have much information on her is that she’s one of those ancient gods forgotten by time. Klarion huffed indignantly and crossed his arms over his chest, Teekl was now awake and also hissing in an affronted manner. As for the lack of information, (Y/n) has done very well in causing chaos yet still maintaining secrecy, a trait we hope could rub off on you.” She demanded to be apart of the Light, as it says in the file, she joined because she was apparently bored with her life back with the other gods. Vandal still kept a straight face, “Well, recruiting is a stretch. “You recruited a goddess and the only thing you know about her is her name and paragraph of useless information?” Klarion mused as he waved the paper in the air, “You didn’t even get a photo of her.” On it read “(Y/n)” in big, bold letters and Klarion read the entire page before turning it over and saw that there was no more text. The raven-haired witch boy watched as Vandal opened the suitcase next to him and took out a stack of papers before handing a sheet of paper over to Klarion. Vandal nodded, “I was going to explain when we got there but if it keeps you from complaining, I may as well tell you now.” “Because, Klarion,” Vandal began, “Much like me, Queen Bee is in charge of watching over the Light’s second magical asset.” Vandal still maintained his posture and if he was annoyed by the boy’s behavior, he didn’t show it at all. “Why couldn’t I just teleport over to Queen Bees? Car rides are so boring!” Klarion whined. Finally, he threw back his head and let out a loud and dramatic sigh of boredom before looking up at Vandal Savage. Klarion looked boredly outside the window of the limo, petting a napping Teekl in his lap while blankly watching the landscape.