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Lady Sif. Greetings.
I hope you have come to entertain me.
He is very unlike the rest of us. I can only assume he gets it from his father.The Serpent of this realm. The first and the mightiest. -grin-
So he is the only one so cheerful and lively? Hm~
Oh, I believe it. -Because why not? He did emmit quite a lot of power. Tyri smirks, hands on hips and leaning a bit forward- I’m a dragon of the Blue Dragonflight. Stewards of magic of Azeroth. Not the mightiest myself, and certainly not the first, but not the last in the flight either. -Smirk turning into a grin-
Very much so. Brother Fenrir is aggressive in many ways. Sister Hela can be as cruel and cold as she can be loving. Brothers Váli and Narvi are bitter and hateful. Brother Sleipnir seems the only one of us not touched by such negative emotions.
Azeroth? I cannot say the name of the realm is familiar to me - but then again, I have only just seen another realm for the first time in hundreds of years. And a magic user, as well? Truly, you have my envy.
Well, he does bring some balance to your seemingly rather diverse family, I would say. Where there’s too much darkness, must always be some light. Sleipnir fits that role pretty wall from what I saw of him.
Pff, it’s more than alright, I wasn’t much aware of your own realm until I met Loki. Though I can’t say it’s a surprise to learn of these new worlds! There is much in the universe, after all. -Hands on hip, Tyri looked on with a proud yet friendly little smile- Our world was created by the Titans who had put the Dragon Aspects in charge of looking after it and imbued them with their powers and knowledge. Blues are in charge of Magic. Other four, well, they deal with elements of Nature, Life, Time and Earth.
We are diverse in… strange ways. Only Sleipnir, Narvi, Váli, and partially Hela seem to be logical byproducts of their respective parents, at least in appearance. Fenrir and I… no one knows what happened there.
An interesting division of the elements, one I must admit I have never seen before. I am a dabbling scholar in magical arts myself, so I would be very interested in learning more, if the opportunity were to present itself and the price were right.
Sounds like Brother Fenrir to me. -chuckle- Though I should not speak of him in such jesting terms. He takes great dislike to it and offers me shows of violence in return.…Ah. Most unfortunate. Perhaps he wished, most unfortunately, to test the limits of your immortality. He is the God of Mischief, after all, and could have thought whatever harmed you would not go so far as to take your life. Or at least that is a turn of events that would allow one to not think the worst possible.
*laughs* I can see where comparing Fenrir to Odin might lead to some objections. Perhaps I should note that Sleipnir spent much less time trying to chew on me….
Mm. I could imagine his not expecting it to work so well; there is a reason mistletoe isn’t in common use for weaponry.
Nowadays, Fenrir seems to mainly bite those he likes. -chuckle- He has taken to the carnal side of Midgårdians with great passion.
It is an interesting weakness, yes. It is poisonous to Midgårdians as well, but one would expect something far more potent than that.
He is wonderful. The best of the children of Loki as well as the best of all horses.It is meant to be a festivity of joy. I can only hope it will remain thus, or at the very least, if it fails to be such, I will not be drawn into whatever has turned it from its original intent.
If we’re speaking of the same Sleipnir, I like you for your fondness for him. I cannot be quite so superlative in praise of the one in our universe, not from any fault in Sleipnir but attachment to Vali and Nari.
The situation remains somewhat mind-boggling for me. I wish you well in it — joy and peace — for whatever the blessing of a dead god is worth.
All of us are like shadows around the dancing light that is Sleipnir, it seems. The rest of us are cruel and cynical. He is as close to an innocent as a child of Loki gets.
And I wish you well in Sister Hela’s realm. Do you wish to speak of the circumstances that led you there?
I would say that our Sleipnir is… perhaps more like Odin would be as a horse. Proud and clever and tricky, fierce… multitudinous offspring….
I thank you. She is a gracious hostess. As for the circumstances… the rest of the Aesir were demonstrating what would not harm me, and Loki found the thing that would and armed Hod with it. He has not offered to explain why he thought this was a good idea.
Sounds like Brother Fenrir to me. -chuckle- Though I should not speak of him in such jesting terms. He takes great dislike to it and offers me shows of violence in return.
…Ah. Most unfortunate. Perhaps he wished, most unfortunately, to test the limits of your immortality. He is the God of Mischief, after all, and could have thought whatever harmed you would not go so far as to take your life. Or at least that is a turn of events that would allow one to not think the worst possible.
He is wonderful. The best of the children of Loki as well as the best of all horses.It is meant to be a festivity of joy. I can only hope it will remain thus, or at the very least, if it fails to be such, I will not be drawn into whatever has turned it from its original intent.
If we’re speaking of the same Sleipnir, I like you for your fondness for him. I cannot be quite so superlative in praise of the one in our universe, not from any fault in Sleipnir but attachment to Vali and Nari.
The situation remains somewhat mind-boggling for me. I wish you well in it — joy and peace — for whatever the blessing of a dead god is worth.
All of us are like shadows around the dancing light that is Sleipnir, it seems. The rest of us are cruel and cynical. He is as close to an innocent as a child of Loki gets.
And I wish you well in Sister Hela’s realm. Do you wish to speak of the circumstances that led you there?
He is very unlike the rest of us. I can only assume he gets it from his father.The Serpent of this realm. The first and the mightiest. -grin-
So he is the only one so cheerful and lively? Hm~
Oh, I believe it. -Because why not? He did emmit quite a lot of power. Tyri smirks, hands on hips and leaning a bit forward- I’m a dragon of the Blue Dragonflight. Stewards of magic of Azeroth. Not the mightiest myself, and certainly not the first, but not the last in the flight either. -Smirk turning into a grin-
Very much so. Brother Fenrir is aggressive in many ways. Sister Hela can be as cruel and cold as she can be loving. Brothers Váli and Narvi are bitter and hateful. Brother Sleipnir seems the only one of us not touched by such negative emotions.
Azeroth? I cannot say the name of the realm is familiar to me - but then again, I have only just seen another realm for the first time in hundreds of years. And a magic user, as well? Truly, you have my envy.
He’s quite a joyful being, I can see why.
A Serpent, are you? -Her lips stretch in a smile- We might just get along indeed.
He is very unlike the rest of us. I can only assume he gets it from his father.
The Serpent of this realm. The first and the mightiest. -grin-
(Source: mithgarthsorm)
He is.
…He is to wed. Well. Another version of you.
Perhaps it’s the same one.
…Oh, I see. I may have encountered them before as well. It remains a peculiar thought. Nanna still dead, Sigyn outcast and mortal, star-child at one point kidnapped by dwarves?
Quite likely. Brother Sleipnir has many acquaintances.
I do not know. We have not had the opportunity to… catch up, as the Midgårdians say. There are many things I will need to speak about with my family while I have the opportunity.
The Sleipnir I’ve encountered here is much… bouncier than the one I’ve met in person. But more patient, perhaps.
Ah… well, that will be one advantage of the visit, perhaps. And I hope the rest of it is as pleasant as it may be for all concerned.
He is wonderful. The best of the children of Loki as well as the best of all horses.
It is meant to be a festivity of joy. I can only hope it will remain thus, or at the very least, if it fails to be such, I will not be drawn into whatever has turned it from its original intent.
