She had been doing her best to keep to herself since arriving. This place seemed to be embers burning in the ashes. Nothing but the remains of a powder keg exploding. A place ravished by a hidden war. Athena has been keeping to herself, nothing more than scouting and collecting information. As she has always been taught to do. Her brother had sent her out here to find out what had happened, what remained of the feud that had been brewing. Whispers were not enough, and from what she had seen firsthand, she knew this to be true.
Perhaps it was unwise to be walking the streets at night, but the sun had barely set and she thought some fresh air might help her readjust herself from spending the whole day reading. The nip in the air had her pulling her coat against herself closer as she walks down the sidewalk, keeping her head down as she didn't really feel like drawing attention to herself. That plan absolutely backfired on her, for if she were looking up she might have been able to step out of the way of the drunken whirlwind of a man that crashed into her.
❛ Excuse me? ❜ What should have perhaps been an apology from his mouth has only come out in threats. Athena has never been one to let herself get pushed around, and she certainly wasn't going to start with this feral. Eyes wide with disbelief, she doesn't flinch as he draws himself inches from her face. In fact, she squares up her shoulders and stares right back at him with defiance. ❛ I am quite aware what scram means, but I certainly will not be taking any of your threats. I have just as much right to walk these streets as anyone else does. ❜