Tabula Rasa Zap held the fabric loosely in her hands, pulled up enough to keep from stepping on the sizely tapestry. She knocked. She was permitted. After entering Thor's private lounge off his office, she searched the room quickly and found him sitting and staring, a look of contemplation on his face. Without words, she adjusted the tapestry and held it up by the top corners, mostly covering her entire person, arms raised to keep it from draping the floor. "I gave this to you at our wedding. I told you then what it means to me. Trees, though," she slowly lowered the gift, "can't survive without branches and roots." The dark and the light. Ironically, it was clearly illustrated in the art, which was a reflection of his (and Asgard's) ideology and 'geography'.
It had been hours since they'd seen one another, and admittedly, her face was much less apathetic; eyes open in all senses. After slowly folding the tapestry, Eva moved a little further into the room and her head tilted to the side, questioning. "When you asked me to renounce all others, and said there'd be no other men... then you told me if I stayed I'd only be your queen... what did you mean? Was I wrong in what I thought? Leave Nate or leave Asgard?"