[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
"So, something's in the moon, huh?" Puck's voice carried lightly through the corridor, though there was an unusual tone behind it, her usual flippancy tempered by thought. She drifted just slightly ahead of Grimm, her small form hovering at an easy pace. "Something dangerous that's sealed away like that…" She paused midair, her brows knitting. "That's kind of silly when you say it out loud, but also—" she exhaled softly, "—pretty scary when you actually think about it."
Her eyes turned upward instinctively, as though the ceiling might part and reveal that distant and silent orb.
"So what do you think it is, really?" she pressed, turning midair to face him as she floated backward. "Like are we talking something simple? Just some monster? Like a Deseruit Beast or something nasty that got too big for its own good?"
