Rebirth Decline 7 - Orb 4

[shorterinperson]

[ Alanna, having returned from her magical adventure in the Old City, sits in the tavern. ]

I have been here nearly a month. In that short time the moon shattered into a million pieces, a curse put half the girls in the village to sleep, a horrible beast threatened the town, and the thorns have started moving faster. On top of that, there have been two celebrations, neither of which ended particularly well. We've accomplished much, but we haven't made even a dent in the thorns.

I miss my husband, my children, my home. If we ever want to be free of this place, we need to focus on the matter at hand.

We need a plan.

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[brosif]

"Yes," Sif says, quickly. Here is something she does not have in Asgard -- someone who understands her position, truly.

"Something only in storybooks. Women like me -- women like us -- they do not often fit in those books."

She leans in, confessing: "On Midgard, they actually write me as Thor's wife."

[shorterinperson]

"That seems rather presumptuous," Alanna snorted. "Is it so hard to believe there might be a powerful woman without a powerful man to stand beside her?"

She shook her head. In her world, at least, it was practically unheard of.

"Some day they'll write new stories about us."

[brosif]

"That they will."

Sif smiles at her friend, brightly.

Too brightly.

She is, perhaps, feeling the effects of the drink. She has never really had mead in this new, powerless body.

"I value your friendship. Were both of our hearts not otherwise engaged, I would even attempt to lead a hunt in your name!"

High compliments, Alanna. You have no idea.

[shorterinperson]

"Thank you," she answered with a chuckle. She could more or less guess the significance from the context. "I think," she added almost under her breath, just to be safe.

"You've been a good friend to me as well."