Karla

“My name is Karla, and you?”

“Fair enough. I stay ready at all times, so perhaps a festive disguise feels humorous.”

“Normally I wear a more traditional robe, and a blade in my hand—when necessary. It is not the first time I have worn this, but…it is still so very different than the norm.”

She reaches for the ears, flopping one as she does so.

“I do enjoy these at least.”

“The weapon is amusing, but you have a little more protection. The hat is cute.”

“I think nothing of it. Besides the ears I am not sure how else this is supposed to remember a hare.”

He was genuine, and that was evident to her and more than enough for any apology.

[She snorts, subduing a giggle.]

No need for apologies. Sometimes I can be too literal. I appreciate the attempt!

[Looking between herself, and then him.]

I can think of no way in which we are similar.

I know. But I wish to keep Lady Freyja in a favorable mood as well.

What would you do to help? I would keep from troubling her, if I were you.

… 💦

[Forgot about the hopping…]

…Right. Well, surely others will join in soon enough.

I know I partnered with the Goddess of Love, and…other things, but I feel if either of us are poked remotely too firmly this will fall apart…

…

[Pink resonates in her cheeks.]

Maybe that was their goal with this, then.

Indeed…it is very…interesting…

“You can say that…”

The woman turned to him with cheeks flustered in a faint pink. This was not her usual attire, nor was it a favored one…

“…This is…not what I usually wear.”

[Spring month.]

Greetings, every—