She planted a charming, winning smile on her face. "Why, hello! To whom do I owe the pleasure of this very loud and slightly terrifying visit?" Her voice practically sparkled.
Then, as the angry shouts continued, her smile wavered.
Wait.
Where even were they?
Her eyes darted around. And then she squinted.
Oh. Oh.
The beast men were still ridiculously far away.
She tilted her head, utterly bewildered. Damn, these beast people had some serious lung power.
And now, because of their… overenthusiastic volume, she was stuck standing here—smiling, posing, waiting—like some kind of overdressed pageant queen while they took their sweet time actually arriving.
Well, this was awkward.
So, to pass the time, she stroked Glimora's fur—a completely normal and casual activity while waiting for an angry mob, obviously.
Then she squinted again. Wait a second…
Was that—?
Kian? Luca? Zara? Shelia? And—oh, sweet drama—Ophelia?!
Of course.
It clicked instantly.
Ophelia. Tears. Panic.
