#vriska 01

Her mood is poor, but Wolf is making an effort to get by without losing the last of her head on something ridiculous. So, she treats herself for a time, buying a sandwich for lunch and taking Popcorn on a long, long run. By the time she’s managed to stop, she’s far into a place she doesn’t often travel, sweaty and a little bit tired. She feels better, at least.

Wolf has seen trolls before, but never bothered to speak to any. However, she feels a bit like asking about the strange eye that this one has. 

“This,” she says, tapping under her own eye, marking the spot on the stranger.

The first face she manages to focus on makes absolutely no sense to her foggy head. A cosplayer? That’s the best she has right now, given her headache and the frantic mantra drumming along in her head. A quick check of her composure, and Celestia rolls back her shoulders, casting a long glance to this stranger. 

“Ahem-”