Lenny was sitting Indian-style with her arms resting loosely on the staff covering her lap. Her perch, as usual, was on a pillar high above the clouds, and just a few hundred paces away from the gate. She could see it, and the keeper, from where she sat and it always put a smile on her face. White hair lingered around her face, straight for today, and her green eyes were closed in a forever smirk.
The name she went by was Lenny, but her actual true name was Leanna, daughter of Loki. Her eyes opened, a light almost blank look in them. "I have never known my mother." She mused to, perhaps, the air. "I wonder if I have one." She glanced towards the gate, eyes narrowing. "I wonder...if she is even on this planet." Then the daughter of Loki rose to her feet, stark naked in the fresh morning air, and stretched.
The name she went by was Lenny, but her actual true name was Leanna, daughter of Loki. Her eyes opened, a light almost blank look in them. "I have never known my mother." She mused to, perhaps, the air. "I wonder if I have one." She glanced towards the gate, eyes narrowing. "I wonder...if she is even on this planet." Then the daughter of Loki rose to her feet, stark naked in the fresh morning air, and stretched.
The goddess was making her usual rounds within the Realm, wandering the city's streets and saying hello to friends and acquaintances. She paused to purchase a sweet juice beverage and make small talk with the vendor, at ease here in Asgard. An air of serenity was carried along with her as she left the Market, venturing towards the Rainbow Bridge itself with the intent to stop and see Heimdall. But the walk there would take some time and Sigyn had all the time in the world right now. The deity's eyes were drawn to an unnatural pillar of clouds in the near distance; that wasnt there before, was it?
A breeze rippled her dress, royal purple fabric with gold embroidery along the hem and bust and with her customary bracers claiming biceps. Auburn curls thrown into a messy updo, loose strands tickling her neck while bangs framed the woman's stormy gray eyes. Her lips twisted into a look of contemplation as she made her way towards the pillar, intent on finding out who had caused the anomaly.
A breeze rippled her dress, royal purple fabric with gold embroidery along the hem and bust and with her customary bracers claiming biceps. Auburn curls thrown into a messy updo, loose strands tickling her neck while bangs framed the woman's stormy gray eyes. Her lips twisted into a look of contemplation as she made her way towards the pillar, intent on finding out who had caused the anomaly.