Re: Temerity
Whoosh! Shadow. Whoosh! No shadow. Well, Popsicle seemed... perturbed, Astrid thought. They were still in a huddle when Rayd snatched her hand and continued their quest to find the long-rumored dwelling that separated Asgard from Helheim. And, y'know, it was their parents' weird secret clubhouse. She'd go with 'clubhouse', yeah.
They stopped short at the door in question and Astrid glanced down the hallway to make sure her mother or father weren't going to leap out and follow Nate. Knob turning? Seriously? Her expression hopefully conveyed her disappointment, but soon the horned one was on to something. "Harry Potter," she confirmed without question or debate, then she heard the click of the mechanisms bending to their magical will. The princess felt a bolt of nervous energy run through her stomach and down to her toes, but the door pushed open and Brayden offered her first dibs on the lunar landing equivalent for children: finding out their parents' secrets. You know, like Christmas presents in the closet. But this was a pocket universe. Same difference.
"I guess it was better for you to handle the lock..." she mused as her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the boudoir. If she'd used her own abilities, she might've welded the tumblers. "I... thought it would be nicer." The room was plain-ish. Nothing to write home about. "Mirror," Astrid said, belatedly, then pointed above the bed as she wandered about. She neared the dresser that supported a television and opened the top drawer. "Chocolate." Hm. "Come to think of it, how new is this place, really? Like, what if they haven't even..." You know. She smirked and continued to nose. Maybe that's why it was so basic.