| So Much To Do [narrative] |
[14 Dec 2008|06:51pm] |
Tap, tap, tap.
The tip of a pen clicked against the hard wood of the table Frigg sat before in Valaskjalf. It felt more appropriate to pour over the piles of papers in Odin's hall than in her own. It somehow seemed more official, more queenly, if it was done in the hall he generally made his proclamations from. Even if her husband was in absentia currently, Frigg still had things to plan.
( She'd had an idea. )
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| Reassurance (tag: Hedylogos) |
[14 Dec 2008|08:03pm] |
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Lottie needed advice. It wasn’t that she was panicking. Exactly. Alright, there was a little bit of panic in her heart that had begun about thirty seconds after Pothos had left and continued throughout the day. And into the night, where she now lay in her bed, replaying the conversation over and over . He’d asked her on a date and she’d said yes, and now, all those thoughts she’d had about how he’d definitely changed were no longer standing quite as firm in her mind. They were… ( wobbly. )
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