Hel
Daughter of Loki
Anya awoke feeling infinitely better than she had the night before. She yawned and streached out, realizing she hadn't even changed out of her clothes from the night below, her dress's arm was torn from where she had been bitten, and it was scratched here and there. It was mostly in tact, and didn't look in appropriate so she figured she might as well leave it be for now. Perhaps she could find someone who could mend it? She looked for a brush, and took it through her knotty hair, not realizing how badly tangled it had gotten. 'If I'm going to keep doing this, I really need to get a haircut, this is impossible!' She thought to herself as she the brush battled the array of knots and tangles that had formed in her hair.
After she finished, she went downstairs to get food. She was famished, as she walked in she noticed the boy they had met earlier was there.
"Hey, It's... Ethan, right?" She asked, sitting beside him and shoveling a good helping of ham and fruits on her plate then digging in.
(I'll wait to catch Alexander up until @Flutterby responds, unless we get too far ahead!)
After she finished, she went downstairs to get food. She was famished, as she walked in she noticed the boy they had met earlier was there.
"Hey, It's... Ethan, right?" She asked, sitting beside him and shoveling a good helping of ham and fruits on her plate then digging in.
(I'll wait to catch Alexander up until @Flutterby responds, unless we get too far ahead!)