|Sif (thefairhaired) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-10-01 16:33:00
|Entry tags:||loki, sif|
WHO: Sif & Loki
WHEN: Monday evening
WHERE: Some Brooklyn bar
WHAT: Meeting an old 'friend' in America
New York was complicated to navigate for Sif, which meant that three weeks after moving to the city she was still constantly taking the wrong turns to go places. It was because she'd given up in car. In Los Angeles that car had felt essential even if she ended up spending hours in traffic, but New York with its famed subway system and pedestrian-friendly nature, had made her leave it behind.
Although at least getting lost on foot meant she couldn't go too far in the wrong direction. She might have ended up in Boston with a car.
Sif wasn't overly fond of the other people who crowded her on the street. She wanted to be calm and unflappable but over the last few years... well, it had become a lot easier for things to flap her. She didn't like the change in herself, but there it was. In Asgard she'd been considered to be so level-headed and difficult to anger; she was almost pleased she'd never run into any of her kin in the thirty or so years she'd been in America.
But maybe thinking about her fellow Aesir was what stirred them up, because as she sat down in a bar near to her work with a glass of white wine, she felt the unmistakable feeling of someone familiar, but that she couldn't yet place. With a frown she turned to scan the bar around her.