[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
("I suppose I should have foreseen this much,") Glinda thought idly as her golden eyes moved between the two figures now locked in a silent contest. Grimm still stood unmoving, his horned helm betraying nothing, while Snow met him without a hint of hesitation, her pale face unreadable. It resembled a staring contest in the simplest sense, though with one face entirely obscured, it became difficult to see who was actually winning.
Glinda shared a glance with Alexandria, her guard captain, who let out a restrained sigh that carried more concern than it let on. In response, Glinda simply grinned and gave her a small, reassuring thumbs-up, as if the situation were nothing more than a mild inconvenience rather than a potential clash between two dangerous individuals. Alexandria, for her part, did not look convinced in the slightest.
