Her ears wouldn't stop twitching, and the voices wouldn't stop muttering.
She could hear them, the looming audience behind balcony railings; their conversations encompassing a vast array of topics… yet one way or another, somehow, they all led back to her.
Her rise to prominence.
Her unparalleled strength.
Her immense potential as a Knight.
And the perilous risks she posed should she ever turn out to be a threat.
Over and over in more dubious, uncertain inflections, her ears would twitch to their unending discussions. One aristocrat conversing with another, a red hood whispering to a commander… an ignorant nobleman ignorantly questioning the intricacies with a blue-eyed Magus.
Terra…
