#priscilla 01

Circling the person in front of her warily, Sif wasn’t sure what to make of them just yet. This was the first creature in the new world she had encountered who was taller than herself, and that could prove to be quite a threat. They certainly didn’t look like anyone Sif had seen so far, with a fluffy white coat and tail. She wondered just what sort of creature they were.

Still keeping a safe distance from the other, she continued to circle around them. She was trying to make it downwind and catch their scent before they moved. Hopefully that would give her a better idea of what she was dealing with. The wind picked up suddenly and blew in her direction.

An aroma so strange, Sif was sure she had only smelled anything like it once before; Priscilla’s mixture of ‘dragon’ and ‘divine’ was unmistakable. She had certainly grown since the last time Sif saw her as a pup, but then again, Sif supposed she had also gotten bigger over the many years.

            Oh, isn’t it so much fun when one’s power ties into emotion? It ranges from being mildly destructive to others or oneself to being a danger way beyond Athena’s expertise as a mostly-normal human; at least the problem isn’t necessarily with the powers themselves. The principle remains the same -- she needs help with understanding and management of the innate feelings that drive her on a day-to-day basis, and that is very well within Athena’s means to work with.

            At long last, her client enters the lobby and Athena moves to greet her in person-- she’s young and looks the part, of her own age if the application speaks correctly. That’s... a little unnerving, taking into consideration her specific scenario, but there really is no circumstance in which it wouldn’t be, even if she were older than barely-crossed adulthood. “Priscilla, yeah? Thank you for coming!” No last name? Not all that necessary, anyhow. “Come on in. We can get started soon.”

“I promise I won’t…just enough for a good laugh, I assure you.”

The red head beamed at Grimm’s amusement as the two traveled, the shift of atmosphere from anxious to calming welcomed by her. It was better to leave her thoughts of what happened behind for now, unless she wanted to mentally exhaust herself before even reaching the troupe.

Speaking of which, the sight of the red tents and flames left her faltered a bit in awe before finding her step again, catching back up to Grimm.

’How delightful…The style kinda reminds me of a Cirque I visited in Venice…’

’But a lot nicer and grander!’

Priscilla snapped to attention once the masked bug spoke to Grimm, glancing over to her in natural curiosity before the mention of the scream.

’Horrific? Well, I…it’s fine, only Grimm knows…it’s not like she’d expect a sound like that to come from something of my stature.’

“I agree…as loud as it seemed, it sounded like it was heading away from here…so no worries.”

Her eyes had glanced over to the Dark Moth to gauge his thoughts on what the bug had said only to find him looking back at her, glancing away a little awkwardly before clearing her throat to collect herself…of course he’d cast a knowing glance at her at the mention of that, like it was some inside joke…

“As for who I am…I go by Priscilla. It’s nice to meet you, Ms…?”

"Zia. No need for such politeness around here," the bug says, warily looking into the distance despite the two's lack of worry… before shrugging and returning to her work. "Never seen a thing like you, though, and that's saying something."

"Ha! Our guest is from very, very far away," Grimm explains. "She will be staying for… however long she wishes, I suppose. Nice it shall be to have some new company, no?"

"They'll have unending questions for you, I'm sure…" she comments with a very knowing expression. Zia takes the warm blankets and heads inside herself.

Never had she ever seen someone so tall. Though Merrill’s original intention in wandering out of her hut that day was to perhaps gain more knowledge of her surroundings, the sight of such a tall woman had stopped her in her tracks. As she found herself staring, though, the woman turned, and Merrill found herself caught in the act. Fumbling with her words, the elven woman blurted something at random, hoping that she wouldn’t offend.

“I, uhm, I like your hair! It’s very nice. It suits you.”

     While accustomed with passing through places silently and unseen himself, the sensation of being watched was somewhat unnerving. Not enough to break the man’s cool-- far from it to do such a thing really-- but enough to make him grow cautious. ... He was naturally highly perceptive, after all.

     And his Eye of the Mind skill only helped further his perceptiveness.

     Coming to a halt, having moved to an empty location, the swordsman stood still for but a moment. And within the blink of an eye, he had drawn his blade.

“I wouldn’t recommend you to continue tailing me like this.”

“Because your voyeurism may end with you beheaded.”

     Speaking calmly, with no particular remorse-- nor anything in his voice to suggest he was joking to any degree, Assassin exhaled.

    “Giant woman!” Gregory gasps at the sight of the towering figure; he’s heard enough stories about beanstalks and cows and golden chickens to know where this was headed.