The Starlight wrote:Charmera wrote:-snip-
"Always" Valka responded, smiling at hearing Aeshandra's voice. Turning at finding her, she walked over to her friend, whom she looked at with an critical eye. "You look world-weary, and as if you were in battle, my friend. Tell me, is there anything I can do to better your condition? she asked, frowning a bit. "But thank you," she said, chuckling at Aeshandra's comment about Alex and Hercules' battle.
"I was." Replied Aeshandra. The telepathic equivelent of a frown was given. "Unforseen consequences (Well, not exactly unforseen) of our arrangement. I'm not exactly the most popular person in the senate at the moment" She replied. "But that hardly matters now. I came here to visit Asgard. I thought I'd see what your home was like. Perhaps vicariously enjoy in the reveling and the happiness."
"As for what you could do for me... perhaps find me a seat? Perhaps we could also talk a little after the Banquet too?"
The Republic of Atria wrote:-snip-
"I hope that you shall enjoy it then, Alexander of Midgard. You will not find heartier food than this." she said, smiling at him and thumping him on the back. "You wish to have a rematch, Alexander of Midgard?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Very well, whenever you wish." she said, smiling.
Turning to Killian, her face solemn, she responded, "Yes, Odin is no longer among us. In the final days before the End, Asgard was attacked by all its enemies, led by the treachery of that thrice-accursed Loki. I will kill that traitor the moment I see him," Valka muttered audibly, her face growing dark with a desire for vengeance. Only Odin and I survived, but Odin was fatally wounded. I was offworld at the time and returned to late to join and die with my brethren." Valka said, sighing. "After the End, all of the Asgardians returned, but Odin did not. I sense that he does not want to come back, world-weary, he has become. But let us no longer speak of his death. He was indeed, awe-inspiring, if that is what you mean by this word awesome. The wisest of us all."
"And yes, Killian of Midgard, Valka I am, Goddess of Forging, Metal, Fire and Thunder. Odin mentioned you briefly, but as All-Mother I know of all my children, including you, Killian Roth, though you were not born of Asgard, that is what you are now, of Asgard. God of Speed you are. Hermod has grown bitter, and has twice now, in these short hours, begged to have his title returned. But unless he can beat you, that cannot be done, and we both know that he cannot win. Furthermore, you do not even have to accept his challenge, it was his pride that made him do so. But I know also of your recent grievances. Forget them a little while with mead and wine, and fear not, for there is hope yet, but you must discover it, Killian of Midgard."
"Killian... Now there's a name I've heard. Though I suppose it is hard not to at least hear whispers of the God of Speed." Spoke the Vokornian, her attention shifted slightly. "I would love to study you. Your command over motion and speed is fascinating. Could there be something in you that could..." Thoughts whired through the Vokornian's head. She dismissed them. She wondered, if he was what she was searching for, how far would she got to get what she wanted? It was a question she often asked herself. She knew there were lines she could cross that could speed up her research considerably. But to do that or not was... a question she often had to ask herself. Especially after excitement for results got three of her kind killed... "Apologies. I ramble occasionally when I'm curious."