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cloudspinner) wrote2014-07-28 08:53 pm
cloudspinner) wrote2014-07-28 08:53 pm
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[Fólkvangr seemed to come with a real pain in the back, and this was certainly not a banquet hall. Even before she opens her eyes, Frigga knows she is at a beach. She can feel the sand, the heat, smell the salt in the air... and, goodness, when was the last time she'd worn this little in public? Not since she was a child in Vanir and she had taken to the forests in a fit of rebellion, surely.
Sitting up, she sees exactly what she expects save for one thing - a book, curiously bound, with her name on the cover. Well aware of the power of names and books, Frigga pauses to magically assess the book before touching it. She can tell it is a thing of some small power, but the exact nature of that power seems harmless if utterly foreign. Picking up the book, it doesn't take long for her to ascertain that it is a communication device of some sort.
Well. This was no way to make an impression, but since she was in a desert as far as the eye could see and not at all looking forward to a long journey on bare feet, she decides to see if there are any who might render her assistance before taking further steps. Automatically, she falls into very formal language.]
Greetings. It appears that the arrival of strangers to this place is a thing of no little commonality. I wonder if there is any means of transport from this ocean to a more populated place?
[And Aaaction for those inclined to less first-contact type threads!]
[As informative and helpful as her sons are, there are some things a woman wants to do for herself. Finding the proper garments is one of those things. As soon as her sons are willing to part with her, she makes her way into town. She borrowed shoes, cast an illusion over her dress to approximately casual Asgardian walking garb.
...this 'shop' was fascinating. For a woman who had her outfits tailored specifically to her for the past several thousand years, shopping fully made clothes was an unusual experience. A random passerby might see her shake her head and laugh quietly more than once.]
Sitting up, she sees exactly what she expects save for one thing - a book, curiously bound, with her name on the cover. Well aware of the power of names and books, Frigga pauses to magically assess the book before touching it. She can tell it is a thing of some small power, but the exact nature of that power seems harmless if utterly foreign. Picking up the book, it doesn't take long for her to ascertain that it is a communication device of some sort.
Well. This was no way to make an impression, but since she was in a desert as far as the eye could see and not at all looking forward to a long journey on bare feet, she decides to see if there are any who might render her assistance before taking further steps. Automatically, she falls into very formal language.]
Greetings. It appears that the arrival of strangers to this place is a thing of no little commonality. I wonder if there is any means of transport from this ocean to a more populated place?
[And Aaaction for those inclined to less first-contact type threads!]
[As informative and helpful as her sons are, there are some things a woman wants to do for herself. Finding the proper garments is one of those things. As soon as her sons are willing to part with her, she makes her way into town. She borrowed shoes, cast an illusion over her dress to approximately casual Asgardian walking garb.
...this 'shop' was fascinating. For a woman who had her outfits tailored specifically to her for the past several thousand years, shopping fully made clothes was an unusual experience. A random passerby might see her shake her head and laugh quietly more than once.]
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and not the comics or movies. Wife of Odin, queen of Asgard, foremost among the goddesses. And with Thor and Loki around (though with the two of them as brothers she's picked up they aren't quite the gods she read about in books as a child), well... why not the mother.Even though she's conversed and gotten along with gods, known or unknown, and conversed with royalty, Ginia feels momentarily cowed. She offers a quick bow of her head, both for respect and as a gentle greeting.]
I'm Ginia. [Solana, but her surname was something she rarely gave out in Luceti. Old habits.] How would you like to be addressed?
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Lady Frigga would be best, I think. I gather that things are somewhat less formal here, but... [A delicate shrug. But she had excitable sons. But she had been queen for a long time and conversing with such informality with so many strangers was odd to her. But it might take a little time get used to such things.]
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Even without someone running the shop, things still found themselves grouped together. On one of the racks was a collection of dresses ranging from different worlds and different styles. Sundresses, cocktail dresses, ball gowns, and everything in between in a variety of colors and materials. Ginia stands aside, giving Frigga plenty of space to browse.]
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[She glances at Ginia.]
Have you been here long?
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[Ten days away. How quickly time moves and the realization still makes her pause and reflect a little. Every month closer to the month she died in, every month closer to a year of living.]
You get used to things quickly enough.
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The color is very nice, it'll look good on you.
[As for the second question, that takes more thought. Compared to the shifts mentioned in the book, the ones she's experience were fairly tame, more a mild annoyance than anything. The draft was unpleasant all around, though that was hardly a common occurrence with a year between drafts. Being kidnapped by the rogue Malnosso was also dreadful, but that again was rare.]
Not knowing what will happen next. If there will be a draft the next day or if a sudden snowstorm will cover the village. If people you care about will still be here or if they'll be gone. But I suppose life is also unpredictable.
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As unpredictable as life is, all living beings seek to establish some control over their own. To be constantly reminded of the limits of one's control would be... unpleasant.
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I doubt they are as in control as they wish. Children and those seeking to attain control require such exercise of power. As it is, they are still seeking to gain knowledge, yes? Their understanding of the nature of this world's power is yet incomplete.
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And we're the lucky people caught up in it.
[Ginia's expression is wry, but it softens lightly. Critical as she is, the place was a nice change from her world and it was good being alive again even if it was on borrowed time.]
That said, things in the village are pretty nice. It's fairly peaceful in the village.
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'Fairly?'
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[Like everything that happened with Loki and Wan Shi Tong.]
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[Ginia pauses before adding on to the message.]
And young. The average population is in its late teens to early 20s.