Orb Post | 5th of Rebirth's Decline

[matrimony]

It's been some time since I've been away from Asgard and I recall the times I have left, it was of my own will. While I understand your land is in need of help, as some of the kind people here in town have told me, I have many things to attend to at home. Considering the events that have transpired recently, I believe my family needs me far more than the people of this land.

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[ladysarmour]

There is no way to leave as we yet know, but-- Forgive me, do you mean to say you come from a place called Asgard?

[matrimony]

That is disappointing to hear.

Yes, I do mean that.

[action, same place as sansa, feel free to have frigga recognize his form if you wish]

[sorcerous]

[ There is a soft whine, as soon as Loki hears the voice. He perks and barks, roughly, and scrambles to his feet, peering over the edge of the table where Sansa sits.

The orb is small, and his wolf's sight is not as sharp, but he knows it is her, and his ears are tense and upright. ]

[ladysarmour]

[ Sansa assumes he wants a portion of her lunch, so she cuts him a thin strip of meat and holds it level with his nose. ]

My pardons, my lady-- It is only that I have heard your kingdom's name before, from a lady here named Sif.

[matrimony]

[She smiles briefly but vacantly at the sight of the animal, focus on what the woman in the orb was saying. Her face alights at the familiar name but falls as she watches the woman interact with the creature.]

She is a dear friend of my children and if you are saying she is here, I admit to being relieved to know a familiar face is nearby.

[She pauses, attention now focused on the wolf though she still speaks to Sansa]

Your companion is rather familiar as well. May I ask his name and how you came by him?

[sorcerous]

[ Loki noses past the meat, with a bark of impatience -- the rest of his breath escapes in another whine. Oh, if only he were of his own form again! If only he could turn back! Just the sight of her, and he longs for it, to take her embrace and to tell her I did this for you, it was for love of you, I wanted you to be my mother and truly --

His form trembles with tension. ]

[ladysarmour]

She is, and two others -- a man called Thor and a sorcerer called Loki.

[ Her brow knits as she regards the wolf before offering the meat to Lady instead. Her hand goes to Loki's ruff, stroking him there in an attempt to soothe whatever has upset him so. ]

He has no name that I know, though I thought perhaps I might call him Rickard. He-- [ Here she pauses; no, she will not speak of the attack, it is past. ] He seems to have befriended my own wolf Lady. [ And here she directs the orb to where the smaller grey wolf sits. ]

Do you know him?

[matrimony]

[From the second Sansa says his name, Frigga struggles to keep composed. She didn't know what sort of magic could bring her child from the dead but at the moment the how didn't really matter.]

Loki. [Whether she speaks to Sansa or the wolf is uncertain, but the emotion in her tone is unmistakable. It takes her a moment longer to breath past the lump in her throat.]

I know him and he me.

[And then to the wolf:]

The first time I see you after all that has happened should not be in that form.

[sorcerous]

[ Loki whines and whines, in desperation and anguish. He would turn back, he wishes he could turn back, but he can't, he doesn't know how. He's forgotten how, or there is a curse that leaves him trapped that he cannot undo. ]

[ladysarmour]

[ Lady rises and goes to Loki, presses her nose into his fur in an attempt to calm him.

Sansa's eyes widen, confusion writ clear in them and on her face. ] Do you mean to say--

This wolf is a man?

[ She turns to him then, pulling her hand from his fur. She has gone pale. Her voice catches. ]

You're the sorcerer?

[matrimony]

Not a man, a sorcerer. He is my son. [Her voice breaks slightly.]

[sorcerous]

[ Loki wishes more for a mother's embrace than for this drama, and he drops off the table, darting to Sansa's closed door and scratching at it, with a mournful noise. Frigga must be somewhere in the castle. He can find her. ]

[ladysarmour]

[ A guard opens the door before Sansa can, so she's left half-rising from her chair when the door swings open to let Loki dart out. A thousand things run through her mind, from embarrassment to fear. A cold thing twists in her gut as she wonders if the wolf -- Loki, the sorcerer, the man who freed her from a cursed sleep and gave her a flower that smelled of home -- if Loki was listening to her conversation with Sif yesterday. Had Sif realized? Her heart thuds painfully in her breast.

But the orb is still active, and she must pretend. She is always pretending. Sansa turns back to the lady and gives a trembling smile. ]

I am so sorry, my lady, I did not know.

[matrimony]

Don't you fret, child. Not at all. You have given me something glorious by letting me know my son still lived. You have all my gratitude and more.

[ladysarmour]

He is your son?

[matrimony]

Yes. He is my son.

[ladysarmour]

[ A part of her heart wells with sudden envy that mother and son are reunited so. She should be glad for them; it is wicked of her not to. But oh, she misses her own lady mother so painfully. ]

You are blessed by the Mother to be reunited so, my lady. My heart rejoices for you, and for him.

[matrimony]

Thank you.

I am Frigga, Queen of Asgard. May I know what to call the woman who has helped reunite me with my child?

[ladysarmour]

Alayne Stone, Your Grace.

[matrimony]

Thank you, Lady Alayne.

[ladysarmour]

It was nothing. I am only glad to see a mother reunited with her son.

[matrimony]

That's very kind of you.

[ladysarmour]

I have only been here but a short time, but Lady Sif and Prince Loki have treated me most kindly. Should Your Grace have need of anything, it would be my sincerest pleasure to assist.

[matrimony]

Thank you. I will keep your offer in mind and would hope you would ask the same of me should you need assistance.

[ladysarmour]

Have you been able to determine the role the king has brought you for?