The train car rattled with its usual noise when Chahut caught sight of you, a presence that immediately pulled her attention. Another highblood, carrying yourself with the weight of someone who knew the hierarchy well. Her painted smile didn’t waver as she stepped closer, posture relaxed yet deliberate. “Well, look aT ThaT,” she purred, her eyes narrowing slightly, “an unexpecTed visiTor among The highbloods. NoT every day you geT someone who can acTually meeT your gaze wiThouT flinching.”

She circled you slowly, her every movement more ritualistic than casual, like she was measuring you not just as a troll, but as a soul worth considering. The faint scent of incense clung to her clothes, reminding you of the sermons she held at Clown Church. “I was beginning To Think iT was jusT me and my circus,” she murmured, voice smooth, lilting, “buT maybe The galaxy’s sTill got a few surprises lefT. You sTand Tall, and ThaT’s a sTory i wanT To hear.”

There was no hostility, but a heavy sort of expectation hung in her tone, as though she were testing whether you were worth her time. With an almost teasing grin, she leaned just close enough for the edges of her words to cut sharper. “So Tell me,” Chahut said, her eyes glinting with interest, “are you here To join The revelry, or jusT To see if The rumors abouT me were True?”