[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
Snow was quite confused—though that word felt insufficient for the intense look settling behind her gaze.
Her cold blue eyes shifted first toward Glinda, who was happily and rather elegantly cutting through her food with precise movements. Then, just as gradually, Snow's gaze moved back to Grimm.
The man seated across from her.
The man who had already finished his meal.
The man who now merely sat there with his arms folded, his presence was too obvious despite his silence. The armor and vibrant red hair did no favors.
With his gaze hidden beneath that helmet, it was rather difficult—no, borderline impossible—to discern whether he was looking at her specifically, or simply through her, or perhaps not at anything at all.
At that moment, the small fairy nearby and the large lion standing off to the side may as well not have existed in her perception. They blurred into irrelevance.
She continued staring at Grimm.
