[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom Outskirts]
[Virelheim Mountain Village]
"What an odd day."
Gretel muttered the words to herself as she walked through the long hall of the wooden longhouse. Her boots made soft taps on the floorboards, the light inside was low—just enough to see.
She wasn't sure why, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Mikoto, even though they'd only just parted.
She didn't usually think twice about people. But he was different.
There was something unsettling about him. He was too beautiful to be a boy, and yet too detached to be easily read. Like staring at a painting someone hadn't finished, but still couldn't look away from. Mikoto. The name sounded small in her mind.
No one could really blame her for still thinking about him.
After all, she was still trying to make sense of him. Or her. Or... something in between. His appearance refused to match his presence—so much so it made her uncomfortable to even try and categorize him.
