wheel of fate
12-01-2016, 02:06 PM
Alfrun made no move to discourage his presence as the stranger moved to sit beside her, instead simply blinking benignly at his smile. "I have never been away from the north," she observed, tilting her head at the mention of Abaven. "Though when she was alpha my mother was well acquainted with Bass Destruction of Abaven. I have never heard mention of this Ivory Ridge, however," she added with the faintest spark of interest. Wrapped up as she most often was in doings of a mythical bent, quite often the secular world managed to escape her. Since Yfir had been lost to them, she was particularly interested in the rise and fall of packs in general.
He had prompted her for information of a sort that interested her much more, though. Rather than answering him directly she gazed into the molten rock, and her whole demeanor seemed to change. Her fragile body straightened, radiating a sort of calm intensity. Her voice seemed to change as well, the faintly wispy tone dropping into a low, husky sing-song. "Long ago when Thor and Loki traveled together upon Midgaard in search of adventure, they came upon the city of the giants of Jotunheim, called Utgard. The city's king, Utgard-Loki, told them they must prove themselves worthy to stay there. Loki offered himself in a contest of eating, and was set against one of the giants. Between them was placed a trough of meat, and they were to see which could reach the middle first. They both reached it upon the same instant, but while Loki had eaten all the meat from his side, Logi had eaten meat, bones, trough and all." She cocked her head sideways to bring Qualm into view. "The story continues, of course, but you asked of Logi, not of Thor and Loki. To answer you, the giant Loki raced was Logi, the personification of fire."
She hummed softly in her throat, eyes slitting against the heat, and her intensity drained away, leaving her once more the dreamy wisp of a girl staring into the lava stream. "Perhaps this is his dwellingplace after all, for I have neither seen nor heard of any other place that bears a river of fire." Then she stopped, and blinked owlishly at him. She had quite forgotten that he had offered his name, caught up as she was in the telling. "I am Alfrún Ósk Finnvi Katjasdottir," she offered, giving the whole of it to make up for her lack of attention.
He had prompted her for information of a sort that interested her much more, though. Rather than answering him directly she gazed into the molten rock, and her whole demeanor seemed to change. Her fragile body straightened, radiating a sort of calm intensity. Her voice seemed to change as well, the faintly wispy tone dropping into a low, husky sing-song. "Long ago when Thor and Loki traveled together upon Midgaard in search of adventure, they came upon the city of the giants of Jotunheim, called Utgard. The city's king, Utgard-Loki, told them they must prove themselves worthy to stay there. Loki offered himself in a contest of eating, and was set against one of the giants. Between them was placed a trough of meat, and they were to see which could reach the middle first. They both reached it upon the same instant, but while Loki had eaten all the meat from his side, Logi had eaten meat, bones, trough and all." She cocked her head sideways to bring Qualm into view. "The story continues, of course, but you asked of Logi, not of Thor and Loki. To answer you, the giant Loki raced was Logi, the personification of fire."
She hummed softly in her throat, eyes slitting against the heat, and her intensity drained away, leaving her once more the dreamy wisp of a girl staring into the lava stream. "Perhaps this is his dwellingplace after all, for I have neither seen nor heard of any other place that bears a river of fire." Then she stopped, and blinked owlishly at him. She had quite forgotten that he had offered his name, caught up as she was in the telling. "I am Alfrún Ósk Finnvi Katjasdottir," she offered, giving the whole of it to make up for her lack of attention.