Idun; Goddess of Youth (maidimmortal) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-07-20 01:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~idun, ~philotes |
Who Cares if France Gets Burned Down? [France, 1052 A.D.] (Tag: Philotes)
Idun only needed one stroll through the marketplace to realize how very much she was going to like China. She had never explored this part of the world, but if the marketplaces were intriguing, she knew she was going to be a frequent shopper. And this particular marketplace was very, very intriguing. There were wonderful smells and sights, but there was also a palpable thrill that only stilled the air when something new was for sale. Something Idun needed to have.
That something was nothing to look at, really. She had never seen anything quite like it, but Idun knew this was the thing that was making the entire adventure worthwhile. She just wasn't all that sure why yet. A moment of incomprehension passed, and then Idun just smiled at the merchant, a bashful sort of grin that softened the scowling man's expression just enough to tell her she was in business. He knew she didn't speak his language, so he pointed at his merchandise, then pointed up. Idun realized this was to mean the sky. Up always meant the sky with mortals.
The next gesture sealed the deal. The man closed his fingers together, only to shoot them apart a moment later. There were sound effects. Idun understood. Her bashful smile became a proper grin, something more akin to mischief. Money was exchanged, and that was when she truly knew she loved this market.
And then she went to France. The reasoning was complicated, but only in the sense that Idun had a long-winded way of saying 'Just Because.' She picked France just because she could. Just because it seemed like a reasonable choice for what she now had planned. It didn't seem polite to risk setting China on fire, when China had so generously provided her with the latest innovation in the field of entertaining Norse goddesses. France, Idun had no emotional attachments in France. And so she found a field, which would one day be known as the Field of the Cloth of Gold, but which, on that day, was simply a field. It was dark, and she had a lantern in one hand to shine upon the crude drawing her favorite Chinese merchant had given her. Idun was fairly certainly it explained how to make her purchase work.
It also looked a bit like an elephant, if she squinted, but there was no reason her merchant would give her a drawing of an elephant. That made no sense.
She had just about rigged everything per the elephant drawing's instructions when she heard the rustling of grass that sounded nothing like a windy rustling. Footsteps rustling. Idun glanced over her shoulder, and narrowly avoided dropping her lantern in the process.
"Well hello. You almost made me burn down France," she said with a chuckle.