#c;rona

“Now isn’t really a good time!” Rona yells when she sees the familiar face, just before calling out a spell to defend herself again the giant currently trying to smash her to bits. “Actually it’s a really bad time! Maybe come back later?”

“I mean in a way too deep and overthought way, we’re all cursed aren’t we?” She shrugs. “Who knows? I was just thinking out loud. I can assure you that I haven’t cursed you though.”

“Who the Hel are you and what are you doing in my room?”

“That was merely to start. Believe me, I know how to be bad. You just haven’t given me a fair chance yet.” Rona defends, crossing her arms over her chest in an immature manner. “If you knew who I was, you’d be less inclined to leave anything’s fate in my hands. I am a child of chaos!”

“I suppose that’s quite fine, father, seeing as I myself have a very honest face.” The demigoddess fiddles with her bag of rune stones attached to her belt. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, dearest father?”

“I’m just going ahead and getting it out of the way. I know how you hero types are.” Rona replies, putting her feet up on the desk. “But you’re special, Billy Kaplan, and I need your help.”

“It is quite beautiful isn’t it?” Rona could really relate. Even when she’d lived with her adoptive parents, if she wanted to do something she would do it regardless of whether it was against the rules or not. Therefore, if she wanted to see the moon she would just climb out of her window and up onto the roof. She’d promised herself long ago that no one would ever stop her from anything she wanted. 

“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. You won’t even give me a chance!”