Melinoe had not identified her place of origin, but the idea that there were gods from across the world in this place came as no great surprise. "I met one myself, a woman of a complexion not unlike your sister. Melinoe. I suppose that would be Greek." Probably not the All-Father's doing, with a range like that. Loki shook his head, still uncomfortable despite his son's customary calmness. Not knowing what was going on left him with only possibilities, and none of the ideas he came up with made any sense. If even the Norns were here...
Wait. "UrĂ°r?" he repeated, only now catching his son's mention of the lady. "She walks here as well?" He scanned Richard's memory for a woman who might contain such a more-than-goddess, but no one stood out of the scant few images he could glean. "I had not realized." He wondered what other information might be locked in Richard's memories, to this point out of his reach. It was doubly frustrating to think that there might be important information hardly out of his reach.
"Richard and I are perhaps too similar," he admitted, by way of explaining. "I have been with him since his birth as well, but only in a distant way. He has," Loki searched for words to explain himself, "blocked me from his mind. The man is, if nothing else, stubborn. From what I can tell, he sees my presence as a madness." Loki chuckled at that, "A conclusion that some others might agree with."