A small little girl, relatively no older than eight, with silver blond hair glimmering in her prance to wherever her feet shall take her, masking in the delight of her run. Overcome with joy, she could not suppress the fit of giggles that escaped her small pink lips, showing offset of wonderfully straight white teeth. Her crystal blue eyes shimmered and glowed in the transient glow of the sun setting.
The soft padding of her feet carried her farther and faster than she's ever gone. It wasn't until she collided with a large ornate gold building. Curiosity-driven, she stepped within the fortress. Her young blue eyes scanned the large opening, taking in the shelves upon shelves of books. She had run all the way to Asgard's Royal Library.
Taken aback by awe, she hesitantly steps within, she smiles then hops around. Graceful in every step as her long dress, dark blue to her liking, her play dress, bounced up to her knees with every hopping step.
The library went on forever it seemed, tombs of leather-bound books sorted neatly in their respected shelves. Oh, how those tiny fingers of hers just wanted to touch them, but she restrained herself. A lone, small, figure catching her eye in the distance had her hopping slowly and hesitantly towards the little boy.
He had dark, perfectly slicked back, hair, and impossibly pale skin. His features seemed ghostly and transparent as he studied his large book. His deft small fingers, slim surprisingly for a boy of his age, skimmed over the pages as he read. A scowl set upon his features, such an unordinary look upon the boy, but his eyes spoke wonders. All the new knowledge cramming into his head, and it was there at his disposal, she could relate to that.
Taking hesitant steps forward, she opted to grab for his book, but thought better of it, she hadn't seen the boy before, yet again she hadn't ever been to the library, so instead, she grabbed for a book that was sitting beside him unopened. As soon as she reached for the book, the boy snapped out of his reverie and glanced at her speculatively.
She smiled at his hesitance and merely waved off his expression as she nudged the book closer to her to effortlessly pick up and place in her arms. The boy didn't stop staring at her, not even as she took the seat opposite him, a stack of books neatly placed under her to ensure that she wouldn't topple over. She smiled at him again, and opened the large ornate book, finding that it was a book of spells, basics from what she could read.
She could feel the boy's scrutiny but thought better than to pester him about it or make him feel embarrassed by her watchful eyes. After what seemed forever, the boy finally snapped out of his trance and went back to reading, but couldn't get himself to actually retain the information, rather speculate about the young girl in front of him. She smiled inwardly to herself when he had let go whatever thoughts he had on her first appearance.
Suddenly the girl clamped the book close, standing up and handing the book back to the boy, smiling down at him. He timidly took it, his face placid, yet she could see the hesitance in his eyes, he had no idea what was going on, but neither did she. She was merely sitting in his company, and she enjoyed it oddly enough. She could care less about the book, she had no desire to learn sorcery, but as such, the boy had provided a good text nonetheless and she was happy to have finally finished her mindless reading.
The boy still didn't give anything away as the girl smiled at him once again, showing off her white teeth and then hopped off and away from him. Her fit of giggles could be heard from far away, even as she passed the threshold of the library. The young boy stared in wonder at the girl who had dared be in his presence and was currently fighting an inward battle at how to gauge his reaction towards her. He, for the life of the little boy, could not figure out what to think of her.
Her boldness had done its job and left the boy perplexed by her actions. She continued her running as soon as she was out of sight from the library, and she picked up full speed back towards her home on the other side of the palace. She easily fit through small cracks and people in the market, running straight, and taking an abrupt right when she reached the palace walls. Hearing the rush of the water beyond the gold statue that shrouded the royal family from the rest of Asgard, she wafted the smell of the fresh pure water beyond. Taking off running again through a shortcut through the grass she finally made it to her section of the noble class homes, taking a left towards the end of the stone street.
Too soon, she thought, as she stopped her quick run in front of her home. It was a simple noble home, just the same as every other one on the same street, she sighed heavily before perusing onward. Inside the home was a large open entryway, covered from floor to ceiling in perfectly chiseled white stone, with wood carvings on the floor and ceiling. It was plain, to say the least, especially for the girls taste, her room was far more entertaining to her desires.
To her left was her living room, mostly where her parents would speak of Asgard, sharing gossip from other nobles, down to the royal's personal life. She never delved into any of it, finding it evasive to a personal life, she felt she would hate it if she were talked of the same way as other nobles, her parents included, about someone else's life.
She let that pass, noticing a small package on the stairs to her right, cutting off the view of her parents who were currently in the kitchen mulling over the nightly meal. She pranced over towards the package with great care, not wanting to make her parents aware of her presence quite yet. On top of the package, in neat handwriting were a few simple words, short and to the point.
Yes, she had forgotten, her father was off at war, and this was his parish, ready to be sent to him through the Bifrost, to Midgard. Though his reasons for being there was unannounced, and surely after being summoned by the High Counsel meant big business was being left in "capable hands". She could only chortle out her disgust, even so young, she had strong opinions about the world she lived in, and even so young, she was very intelligent. She wasn't the top of her class for no reason.
She thought of the boy in the library, though, she hadn't ever seen him in school, let alone anywhere else. She wondered who he was; surely someone of his handsome features would've been noticed by now, especially with all the naughty girls she attended school with.
Again, she couldn't suppress her irritation. She didn't like the girls she went to school with, they were all the same, drooling over the boys, and daydreaming about the princes of Asgard. Thor and Loki were not to be trifled with, from what she had heard. Many students told the stories of how the younger prince would get into mischief, they feared for their lives at times. He was a sorcerer and a good one at that. Though she hadn't ever seen him or met him before, she was sure that he wouldn't be that bad in person.
She ignored the package, stepping up the stairs with panther-like grace to be unheard by her mother, only to slam the door to her room to finally signify that she was home, but to be left alone. Her mother pried her for everything she did, wanting every detail of her, for the most part, dull life. However, there was a boundary that was made, and she was to be left alone in her rooms when the door had been slammed.
Inside her room was much different than the white walls and floors, and wood carvings. Instead, her room was decorated with much more lively colors, ranging from blues to greens, and even some pinks and lavenders. Her floors were splattered with dried up paint from her investigations in art a few years back when she was only 5 cycles. The headboard of her bed was painted on with handprints and smears, some out of frustration, others out of pure artistic ability. Her walls were just the same, though these marks were bigger, due to using her whole body to wash over these white walls. Her desk was the messiest, caked in paint, of all different colors, covered with parchment and quills when she would write personal entries, drawing pictures and attempting to put on paper what her mind created.
Her room wasn't that large, but it fits everything perfectly, leaving room for her to dance when she pleased, even if it was just her twirling in circles. Her bed sat in the middle against the farthest wall from her door, next to it was a decorated table that had a small candle next to it. A gift from her grandmother, an everlasting flame, and one that would not drip, no matter how long it was kept on, it was her most prized possession. On the opposite wall to her door, was a window, covered in a thin sheet that swayed in the wind, it covered for any sightseers from the outside to see anything private, but yet still allowed her to look upon everything that she could see. Her desk was opposite her bed, and her dresser, in the same fashion as her bed, sat to the left of the desk.
Her gaze fell to look out the window once again, and she was taken aback by the beauty that it was her view. She loved this; she could see the Queens gardens, though not fully, she could easily see the simple and exotic flowers that pooled the ground, covering it in a vast array of colors. Most of which she had used as inspiration for her room; this had to be the best part of her room.
A light knock brought her back from her peaceful gaze and turned hard as she realized that her mother was here to round her up for dinner. She sighed heavily then composed herself to face her mother, opening it with great care as not to scare her.
Her mother was a slim figure, with little muscles to account for. Her silver blond hair to match her daughters was pulled up into a high braided bun. Her high cheekbones and large dark blue eyes made her seem almost hallow. Her pink lips curled into a smile her eyes soft and warm, motioning for her to follow her downstairs for dinner. She smiled up at her mother and followed her down the steps, avoiding the package sitting at the bottom.
Taking a left into the dining room, which was right of the door, she sat at the end of the table. This is where her father normally sat, which was forbidden for her, but when he would be away for some time, her mother wouldn't say anything to her intrusion. In reality, she just did it to pester her father, silently of course. She never defiled her father in his presence, but he was a hard man to love, so their brief interactions were always from a distance. Enjoying each other's company in the house is all she could muster; staying lock up in her room every night to endeavor in some other scheme her imagination could wind up.
Meat platters were placed in front of her by some of the maids that worked the house, though small, they had two. One was friendlier than the other, she was the one that cleaned the house with my mother, she took extra care when in my bedroom, only sweeping and dusting in certain areas. Her name was Gretel, her soft features, tanned skin, long deft fingers, and impossibly green eyes glowed, and she would always give her a soft smile anytime she saw her. Though now, she seemed reserved, and her smile wasn't as soft, but a forced tight smile.
The other was less nice than Gretel. Her name was Elma. Her blond hair tightly pulled into a bun, not a single strand of hair was pulled out of place, and her old features were forced into a grim stature. She was not to be trifled with and was ever prudent that the only daughter is sent away to the royal academy for her rebellious ways. She scowled at the woman from behind her back as she walked back into the kitchen to retrieve more food that was prepared for them.
Quickly, she reached over to grab the end of the meat platter to grab ahold of the fat, but a hand swatted at her before her tiny fingers could wrap around it. She quickly looked up to see Elma giving her a hard glare, but didn't press any further for her misdemeanor. Something was amiss, but she wouldn't find out until later, her family hardly shared anything with her.
Her mother entered the dining room once again and sat in her usual place at the other end. She nodded towards the maids and they both left the room swiftly, attending to their matters from before. She watched her mother with trepidation, she seemed distracted and distraught, not a familiar feature for her mother. She let it pass, if it was truly important she would tell her, and all she was after was the end meat on the platter, hopefully, to stow away and pelt Elma with it later.