[Loki is wandering along, idly tying knots in a bit of string and thinking about how best to describe them, how they might relate to imperfections in space - and then ultimately, just maybe, to the barrier - and he sees the child playing in her yard.
He really ought to keep walking. He really ought to.
He looks around furtively - no one looking at the moment, all right, and he can always pretend later that he did this all to anger the so-called heroes of the village - and then stuffs the string in his pocket. He strides over to Elicia and drops to one knee, bowing his head as if this is terribly serious business.]
Are you the fierce Iron Lion? I have searched far and wide for you, to offer my sword and my magic in your service.
[Action]
He really ought to keep walking. He really ought to.
He looks around furtively - no one looking at the moment, all right, and he can always pretend later that he did this all to anger the so-called heroes of the village - and then stuffs the string in his pocket. He strides over to Elicia and drops to one knee, bowing his head as if this is terribly serious business.]
Are you the fierce Iron Lion? I have searched far and wide for you, to offer my sword and my magic in your service.