She felt very strange when Atherna looked at her—it was like the feeling of being someone's favorite cake… or perhaps, like a predator eyeing its prey.
"Err… Miss Athel. Do you… do you need something?" Rebecca asked, feeling a little awkward. This was the first time she had spoken to the sister-in-law of the man she admired.
"Yes, there is!" Atherna responded with a smile.
"W-What do you need?" Rebecca asked nervously.
"How about we have a private talk—share some time over a cup of coffee?" Atherna suggested.
"Ye… yes… Athel." Rebecca nodded unconsciously, even though she still felt nervous.
Even though she was hot-headed and occasionally spouted profanities, dealing with an in-law was a whole new experience.
She followed Atherna to the private booth without saying a word, unsure of what was to come.
— The Fringe —
Maximilian arrived at the Fringe—an ever-chaotic place, yet with a slight semblance of order layered above the madness plaguing it.
