Verse Five [Action]
Feb. 3rd, 2014 09:10 pm[It had been such a little thing. In the aftermath of the haunting of the hanging herb he'd found a small flask with his name writ upon it. A gift of sorts from the Malnosso. He'd thought nothing of it, drank not from it, and continued brooding and attempting to study day by day. But after yet another reminder of how little he has managed to retain of what he read, another reminder of the romantic Midgardian holiday that seems to be upon the horizon, curiosity bid Thor pour himself a measure. Twas not much at all, but a bare few fingers of viscous, honeyed mead. Homesick and heart heavy, he drank. Slept. And thought nothing of it.
Come the morrow tis not the massive Asgardian prince that rolls out of bed in a grump and stomps his way, sleepy and swimming in an oversized tunic to the communal kitchen- but a younger, slimmer, less bearded and twice as blond Aesir child. An incredibly frustrated one once his eyes have opened properly and he does what any child in a strange place might do.
Demand to see his father and then flee into the village once left to his own devices for more than a moment.
The first order of business is clothing, which he finds in a shoppe meant just for that. While not the most stealthy child, he tries to duck in, grab what he'll need, and duck back out without being seen. It may or may not work. Secondly- food. He doesn't know this place nor these people and cannot simply demand what he wants, but he does find the familiar aroma of sweetly baked things and like any child cannot help sneak in and look suitably pitiful long enough for someone to give him something tasty. Lastly, where he will remain until he is hauled back home, he looks for the library, and once inside? His younger brother.
There is no way he would be in this place on his own. If he is here, so is his brother, and if his brother is not at his side? He is in the library, waiting for him. That is simply how it is.]
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littlestaesir, he's sneaking around the clothing store, the bakery, and hunting in the library for his little brother.]
Come the morrow tis not the massive Asgardian prince that rolls out of bed in a grump and stomps his way, sleepy and swimming in an oversized tunic to the communal kitchen- but a younger, slimmer, less bearded and twice as blond Aesir child. An incredibly frustrated one once his eyes have opened properly and he does what any child in a strange place might do.
Demand to see his father and then flee into the village once left to his own devices for more than a moment.
The first order of business is clothing, which he finds in a shoppe meant just for that. While not the most stealthy child, he tries to duck in, grab what he'll need, and duck back out without being seen. It may or may not work. Secondly- food. He doesn't know this place nor these people and cannot simply demand what he wants, but he does find the familiar aroma of sweetly baked things and like any child cannot help sneak in and look suitably pitiful long enough for someone to give him something tasty. Lastly, where he will remain until he is hauled back home, he looks for the library, and once inside? His younger brother.
There is no way he would be in this place on his own. If he is here, so is his brother, and if his brother is not at his side? He is in the library, waiting for him. That is simply how it is.]
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littlestaesir, he's sneaking around the clothing store, the bakery, and hunting in the library for his little brother.]
