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She listened to his introduction and, though she shot him a quick, surprised look, kept her thoughts to herself. Thor. Another god of thunder that had, with no intent for bad punning, come crashing into her life in the most unexpected of ways. She nearly burst out laughing but instead blinked, lowering her eyes to the grass for a moment, deciding in that drop of time how she felt about this Thor, of Asgard, god of Thunder. It was not fair that she should abruptly judge him for something he had no part in, even if history had lain out reasons that she should be doing that. Thyone promptly and decisively brushed off those reasons and gave him a smile.
“I have had worse first impressions than of being rescued, kýrié mou, or rather, I have had few better.” She did not simply call him ‘Thor’ for the same reasons she never had an easy time using the first names of gods until she grew to know them and their temperaments better. The human in her, the priestess in her, still relied on the old ways. Though there was certainly no guide as to how to address members of a neighboring pantheon respectfully, she felt alright using a simple my lord with this god, guessing he would not take great offense at her not knowing his proper titles.
Thor proved her right by kneeling without murmur, out of his own volition, gathering up something from the grass. Thyone looked down, curious, and saw the glint of the red garnet stone which she had so abruptly let go of in her panic. Oh. Oh, lovely, he went through all that work and she went and dropped the thing. Thyone came dangerously close to blushing except what she truly wanted to do was burst out laughing at her own complete ridiculousness. He was concerned about first impressions? She couldn’t possibly be more of a dimwit. A smile fought hard to try to gain control of her mouth but she managed to suppress it. For the time being.
“Thank you.” The smile broke free at a corner. “Again. I believe it to be a garnet, though unusual in color. It was what caught my eye at the market, it seemed to have been regarded little better than misshapen glass by whoever found it.” Thyone took the necklace again and lifted it above her head, sliding it back into place and then pulling her hair free, as it had fallen loose during the brief scuffle with the thief and she did not care to be concerned about fixing it right then. The pendant settled between her collarbones once more, no worse for the wear for the adventure that it had undergone. Who knew what else that stone had been witness to, what tales it could tell?
Thyone’s gaze slipped off him long enough to regard her temple, and admitted, perhaps, that she might have overstepped her bounds to take him so far away. But he had seemed in such distress, championing her cause as if he had personally seen a member of his family be grievously wronged. Her concern, primarily, had been for him. Alright, perhaps also for anyone in the market who might have been unwise enough to provoke him in that state. So when her attention turned back to him, she had a different focus. “Are you alright?”