"Thirteen is the Fox," she explained, tucking a few stray pieces of hair that had fallen out of her braid back, behind her ears. "Patron goddess of this realm and...well...occasional prankster, I suppose."

She realized, of course, that some of the situations they were put through were far too severe to be called 'pranks.' But it was wrong to frighten a new arrival.

Especially one already flustered.

Ariadne had absolutely no idea what was going through his head, but she imagined it was...a lot.