Long, vibrant brown hair; striking red eyes; soft, feminine features that stood in sharp contrast to the image of a veteran warrior; and a glow that would bedazzle even the most exposed of humans. Viola was a beauty, an impressive one at that.
Her brown hair draped around her, free from her helmet's insides. Noah wondered how she had kept it inside even. Its volume appeared more than that piece of armor could contain.
Their initial impression of Viola had been bad, but her physical features caused them to forgive her… at least, it almost did. All it took was another look at Noah and Erolia for that change of heart not to occur.
"Well, Viola, for starters, your actions earlier were reckless," Yuno lashed out first, and she flinched. It seemed she had hoped to wipe the memory of her disrespect from their minds.
"Her accent has changed too?" Erolia chipped in, and Noah realized.
