He didn't come to this area of Midgard very often, The Americas, it was called. But there was one location in particular that he sought out occasionally; when he wanted space to think. Of course, for him - thinking meant doing. It didn't mean sitting perched atop a building or a ledge somewhere perilous and pondering the mysteries of the universe - something he accused his dear friend Thanatos of doing often. It meant finding a wide expansive field; far away from civilization, and communicating with the sky. And for him, that meant thunder, and lightning. It meant feeling the hum of it all around him, watching it light up the earth in flashes.
Sometimes he just really liked to watch the show.
He had let himself get carried away on occasion, it was true. Now was likely one of those times, but he wasn't in any hurry to call it off. He shut his eyes and let the crackling sound drown out all other thoughts. No matter where he was, he always felt a particular peace from being out underneath an open sky. It was that peaceful feeling he radiated in as he heard the faint sound of a voice, behind him.
He turned around and caught sight of a dark haired woman, off in the distance. She was walking toward him with a warning in her voice.
What a strange voice, he thought. Was that really what people from this area sounded like? He hadn't interacted much with them. And when he spoke out in reply, his own voice was in the same language but without the same odd accent of hers.
"It's quite safe." He then reigned it in in terms of the amount of thunder and lightning, it was down to a much softer level now.
And never one to waste time, he got straight to it - "What are you called?" Kind of a weird way to ask for someone's name; but now that she was closer to him he could feel, distinctly; that she was not exactly local. She was something more, and he was very curious to know what she was doing out here, of all places.