Her hands slid over the eyes of the other, and she gave a tittering laugh, vanishing, before the other could turn around. Her laugh was chaotic, much like her. She appeared before them, stumbling a few steps uncertainly, giving a bow, and a smirk. She studied the other, hazel eyes alight and bright.
His hand reached for his sword as soon as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The laugh did little to help his nerves, and soon his sword was pulled from it’s sheath and brandished in front of the Knight. “Who are you?” Alfred asked when he finally saw the other. “What do you want?”