[ IC ] Post Deco

[thatboyisamonster]

I still think calling them the Nameless Lands is redundant.

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[thatboyisamonster]

We age slower, obviously.

[hyanaimne]

Yes, obviously. So do Elves, and so do my kind.

Gods' equivalent, then.

[thatboyisamonster]

Youth. We never used the term teenagers.

[hyanaimne]

[sigh] Yes, neither do we. Stop being technical about it.

[thatboyisamonster]

It is an important technicality.

[hyanaimne]

Loki. Just tell me what you were like as a bloody youth.

[thatboyisamonster]

Quiet. Studious.

[hyanaimne]

. . . ah.

As was I.

[thatboyisamonster]

I wasn't much of a warrior.

[hyanaimne]

No? I wanted to be a healer. All the swordsmanship I knew I learned for . . . I believe the saying is shits and giggles?

[thatboyisamonster]

Swordsmanship is necessary.

[hyanaimne]

Yes, well. I come from a world where women are not encouraged to learn much beyond being a housewife.

[she looks . . . a little bittersweet] Had I become a healer for my village, it would have been a first.

[thatboyisamonster]

I see.

[hyanaimne]

I assume it is not the same on Asgard?

[thatboyisamonster]

No. Though, women are not expected to become warriors.

[hyanaimne]

Are there no women warriors, then?

[thatboyisamonster]

There is one. The Lady Sif.

[hyanaimne]

She must be impressive.

[thatboyisamonster]

She is a force to be reckoned with.

[hyanaimne]

I see.

[thatboyisamonster]

I'm afraid I cannot introduce you. She hates me passionately.

[hyanaimne]

[snorts]

I cannot say I am surprised. No offense.

[thatboyisamonster]

Of course not. Why would you be?

[hyanaimne]

[she shrugs]

Not once have you spoken of friends.

[thatboyisamonster]

I have none.