[i][b]Aelonya. 
[/b][/i]

[color=2e3192]"Hey! Tall chick! Wait up!"[/color]

Invariably, the sudden interjection could have been aimed at any other girl in the small crowd pooling around the shark-toothed administrator, which is why Aelonya was unpleasantly surprised when Berstuck - one of the skeletal hands - pressed a hard finger to the side of her chin, forcing her to look at the girl. Well, if you could call electric-blue eyed, gaunt-looking, barefoot .. non-humans girls, she supposed. The figure that stood - no, slouched, or hunched - before her would have been uncanny enough without the dozen of large, electric-blue, red-ringed eyeballs embedded into its wrists, hands, and so on. Aelonya swatted away the hand from her face with one actually connected to her wrist, as Berstuck was going to draw blood with any more force. She wondered, bemusedly, what kind of creature this girl was, as she had never encountered anything like her before. [i] Well, witches with six floating hands gyrating every which way aren't too common either, hmm? [/i] It took Aelonya a painful 3 seconds to realize that the girl was heading towards her, shouting something in some language studded with 'l's and 't's. Or was it a language? Maybe it was some ancient war cry from some ancient rune Aelonya had ever seen before. She was familiar with Wendish, and the various Slavic languages that decorated the familial wasteland she called home, but this was something new. 

"Sis, listen- You smell really good- Can you show me your hand? Give me five, come on, do it!" 

Aelonya was strangely flattered, but momentarily unsure of what the girl wanted her to do. She did not have much of the Frankish currency used in this town - the majority of her money had not yet been exchanged. Momentarily, she wondered if this girl was some sort of sexual deviant, what with the words "[i]Lustmord[/i]" scrawled across her blouse. Lust-death? Perhaps she was some of succubus, though she looked nothing like the classical depictions - take Fuseli's  [i] "The Nightmare"[/i]. In any case, Aelonya didn't need to hold out her own hand, as Svarog - nestled comfortably in between the inner and outer layer of her cloak - burst out suddenly, and met the girl's hand. The ligaments clattered together, a familiar sound. Aelonya was still a bit miffed, smiling slightly but with a hand planted firmly on her waist. 

[color=ed1c24]"Who you calling tall, bony? Or whatever you just said. And what's with the eyeballs?" [/color]she retorted, slightly aware that the girl might have hexed her, but not really caring.

[@Antarctic Termite]