Re: Lèse-Majesté | 4-24-2019 | Evening
A smaller, dark form moved from the indoor space to the balcony area. Baldr's slight form, compared to Thor, approached his fellow Asgardians and he bowed toward the pair. "Lady Sif," he greeted, eyes still lowered toward her feet. "Brother," he added when he rose back, fully erect. "I hope I am not intruding," he lied. The fellow Odinson could not watch Sif's ship smash against the rocks of Thor's dysfunction. Baldr, God of Light, had made himself into a lighthouse of necessity for the fearsome warrior. "I was, however, curious if Lady Sif had planned the rest of her evening..." the prince stated, a smidge more boldly than he generally behaved. "I have discovered some artifacts amongst my personal belongings, things I'm afraid were banished from memory when I was," he explained with melancholy at best. "Of course, if you have a better invitation, I would not take offense," Baldr smiled politely toward his older brother.
"No, not from me," Thor clarified. "I've got an evening of... brooding ahead of me," he confirmed and smirked a bit when he used Sif's words. "Your investigation sounds much more interesting," he added but was shocked when he'd realized it actually did.