Olive's POV
This was the first time I was laying my eyes on Atria. While I had expected a crooked and gray haired human, she turned out to be the exact opposite, save for the gray hair or more like white.
She was young, like my age, kind of young. But she was definitely not a jolly person. It seems like a scowl was permanently etched on her face, snapping at the things you least expected her to and being a bit pleasant at stuff you were expecting her to snap at.
Atria was a strange one.
Although I haven't officially introduced myself to her, I stood at the very back of the group, trying to garner a bit more courage against the shark.
Ron walked up to her before beginning.
"Thank you for honoring our invitation, Atria"
"Oh. I guess you've found out about your asshole father. Good",
