Arcana (rhiannon) wrote in marvel_mashup, |
Gifts. Freyr had sent her gifts - as a bribe, as an olive branch? Chances were that it was a winning combination of the two with a heaping spoonful of guilt on the side. It hadn't gone over well, if truth be told, at least not initially. She'd had half a mind to send them back without evening looking at the contents within each (suspiciously) thoughtfully wrapped package. Rafaella, for once, hadn't pulled her usual 'yaya-sisterhood-solidarity' crap, and actually talked her down from her compulsive need to reject the presents - and in essence her father - outright.
Before leaving Asgard, Rhiannon actually felt good about coming to Alfheim for the beginning of Yule festivities but as soon as entering the palace proper, she began having second thoughts. Writhing snakes couldn't rival the knots twisting in her gut at that moment. Her anxiety had anxiety! There was no turning back now though. She was there and now that the grand speech and decking-of-the-halls were over, it was time for her pull herself up by her bootstraps and march her hiney up that dais and make with the merry.
Squaring her shoulders, she weaved her way through the sea of bodies. She opted to go for 'the road less traveled' to reach the dais and by doing so, she ended up approaching the royals from behind or their peripheral rather. "Blessed Yule, your majesties," she politely greeted them and honored them with a genuine smile, which widened at the sight of young Torben on his mama's lap. "I think I know who'll be winning 'best dressed' tonight."