[orb post, day 4 ; arrival]

[sorcerous]

[ The orb floats above him and Loki regards it with calm regality, with impassive green eyes. ]

A small thing… but well-crafted. The magic is strong.

[ He settles back: lounging, tense and casual. ]

I hear we have a community of heroes. Please; show yourselves. I am Loki -- [ and here his tongue trips, for the first time. A blink, a falter. ] -- Odinson, from Asgard realm, and I am ever so eager to make your acquaintance.

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[sorcerous]

Nonetheless, as a prince of my native realm, respect is what you shall have.

[ Though he says it with a smile.

Of his native realm. Such phrasing; it leaves him unable to say whether he meant of Jotunheimr or Asgard itself. ]

I believe I would enjoy that greatly.

[tatra]

And you as well. [ She nods respectfully, always always smiling. ]

There is a rather nice tea room in the northern wing of the castle. I would be honored if you would join me there.

[sorcerous]

And it would be my honor to join you.

[This pleases him -- an honor quite apart from bloodshed and battle. Not that blood didn't have its place.]

[tatra]

[ Of course! It belongs in blood orange tea, along with a myriad of spices meant to please the senses and calm the mind. Perfect for a meeting of royalty. ]

I'll ask one of the serving people if they might fetch you. This castle is almost as big as my country! [ CHIZETA IS TINY! ]

[sorcerous]

Is it?

Not even half the size of Asgard's palace.

[tatra]

Chizeta is very small! Rather cute, I think.

[sorcerous]

You'll have to tell me about it.

[tatra]

I'd be happy to.

ooc

[sorcerous]

Would you like to set up a log?

ooc

[tatra]

It is done.