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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.]

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None that would be polite to repeat in civil company.

[ The less said on the matter, the better. He's not entirely proud of how that came to pass but there is nothing for it. No true harm was done and it has been resolved as far as he is aware.

As to what they do- oh. ]

I mind the Item shop with the Lady Rogue, train in the afternoons and survey the perimeter of the village in the mornings. When I've time I study Signed Language and Astrophysics to better understand the Lady Jane's work.

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[Frigga sighs slightly at that dig - it seems as though Loki did not yet realize what a mercy that prison was, nor how hard won his tenure in it had been. It was too much to hope for, perhaps, that he would realize that the deeds of a more aggressive and less civilized time were not at all appropriate in their current, far more hands-off approach to the galaxy. Still, she had hoped in his reconciliation with Thor he would have learned some of his older brother's compassion, consideration for the lives of other beings. Still, Loki was young yet and had found a way to appreciate some others outside himself, she hoped. There were few things to drive one to a greater understanding of another than teaching, and in the moment of true understanding, it was impossible not to love.

As for Thor... he tended a shop? How... oddly domestic. But perhaps it was the company, he did mention at lady... and yet his regard for Jane seemed unhindered. Curious. There was more to latch onto here and question than Loki's statement, as of yet.]

What is this Signed Language of which you speak? And who is the Lady Rogue? It is a most curious name.

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[The sigh indicates a palpable hit, but he can't feel overly smug about it. This is Mother, after all. But still, it was her husband that had him imprisoned and regularly hauled out in chains. To Hel with Odin.]

Ah... Rogue is someone to whom you ought to be introduced, actually. I shall ask her to come by the house at her earliest convenience.

[He rises from the couch.]

I shall return momentarily.

[And heads off to the upstairs.]

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Tis speaking with one's hands, using gestures that have been agreed upon to have certain meaning. Those that have no voice to speak or cannot hear use it to communicate. It is quite inventive. I've been practicing with a few others and have a fair grasp of simple words and phrases.

[ He sets the book down to demonstrate. He points to Frigga with a smile, tapping his chest with the flat of his hand twice before resting his thumb against his chin, hand spread. Once done he picks up the book to write.]

You are my mother. There are not signs for all words but context and intent can replace them, and shorthand saves time when you don't feel like spelling out a whole name. Jack, a friend, does not spell out Thor- [ He demonstrates with one hand. ] But rather uses the sign for thunder to greet me.

[ He demonstrates, making fists at chest height and shaking them outward briefly. ]