Soon after introductions had been made, Blythe dismissed herself from her journal. She knew she'd spent too much time at it, acquainting herself under less than formal terms. Pushing in her chair, she outstretched her arms and guided herself through the building to meet Nix. Metatron had been kind and placed her on the bottom floor, so she wouldn't have to suffer the stairs too often.
Once outside, what was once a blank palette burst into an array of colours. Every tree, every bird, every insect glowed in unique shades, attracting her attention and her appreciation. The garden was therefore not difficult to find at all. In fact, after only a few minutes, she came to the enterance of it.
An aura stood out to her - a lean, brown one. It reminded her of the time her sister explained the lake - when one kicked up the dirt and it blended with the water. He was like a lake.
But he was also very short. For some reason she'd expected him to be much taller, but there he was, waiting and small.
"I apologize for being late," Blythe neared him, slightly fumbling, but overall comfortable. "I have not yet learned the layout of Asgard."
~ AN: Thanks for starting this! Sorry I couldn't have gotten to it sooner! As for the 'short' thing, she doesn't know he's sitting down. =D