@romanhoitic
Was it just them, or had that woman across the room been staring at them for an uncomfortable amount of time? Of course, there were legitimate reasons for Crona to be stared at, their odd appearance notwithstanding-- too often they found themselves muttering quietly to an unseen Ragnarok, who they insisted stay out of sight until they at least got their bearings.
“R-Ragnarok...”
There was a familiar sharpness to this particular woman’s gaze, though, that sent shudders down their spine. Crona peered up at her with wide eyes for a split second, only to hastily look away, slender fingers twirling nervously in their uneven hair. The sound of encroaching footsteps set their heat rattling, but they weren’t going to say anything unless they were directly addressed; Crona felt it best to avoid this odd woman at all costs.
