"Being that you are not Asgardian, you do not have to dress as we do. It will also assist in identifying you, for those who have not seen your face." She pulled up a garment that reminded me of gypsy pants. They were golden and sheer. "We made garments for you similar to what you came wearing, but something not nearly as ridiculous as it."
I slipped the pants on, and although they were sheer, I twisted my hips every which way and still couldn't see my legs under the fabric. Next she handed me a green bit of fabric. When I held it up, looking at it and trying to figure out where it was supposed to go, she huffed and pulled it around my waist, tying it at my side. It was cut so it covered behind me and the top half of one leg, like a giant slit. I jumped – noticing that the breast band wasn't meant for support like my bra had – and it was like I wasn't wearing anything. The garments were very light.
Next she handed me what had to be my shirt. The same gold material as the pants, it was embroidered with bright green. The shirt was long sleeved, but a slit at the top of my arms went from my collar to my wrists, then held in place by green cords.
I was admiring the outfit, spinning on my heels and turning everywhere I could. Dagny had to grab me to sit. She started to comb my hair again, making it soft. She then started to twist it and I felt weight added. "What are you doing?"
"It is unsightly for women to have such short hair. I'm shocked it's acceptable in your realm. I'm setting your hair so it appears that you do have long hair. At least longer than what you do have."
"What is it you're putting in my hair?"
"Pins, a few jewels."
"A few jewels, you say. Like it's hairspray."
"What?"
"Never mind. Are you sure I'm getting chains?" I knew it was the third time I had asked.
"Guardsman Arngierr," the name sounded like she was gargling something, "go to Master Brokk and see how it goes with the mortal girl's shackles." 'Broke' - the second name - sounded like part of 'broken' or "I'm broke, no rent for me."
I always wanted to see that movie.
The guard that had held me out of the water during Dagny and I's spat bowed and left.
"Ow." She had pulled a strand of hair attached to the soft skin by my ear.
"Be silent. Surely there has been worst pain than that that you have experienced."
I thought of my appendicitis and broken hand. "Sorry, habit."
"It's a habit?"
"Would you rather I had cried? I can arrange that."
"Be silent."
"Well you asked."
A second tug of hair from the same spot. I became silent.
"There. It is almost as if you are of Asgard."
"Was that a quip at my height?"
A different tug, not nearly as painful.
"Do I get to see me?" I looked up to my hairline, as if I turned a certain way I might see the crown of my head.
But just then the guard that had left came back. "Brokk has completed the mortal's shackles, Lady Dagny."
"Very well. It seems your vanity will have to wait till later."
"Suddenly I'm vain. And I thought 'mortal' was an insult." She pushed me out of my seated position, and I stumbled to a stand. She stepped up to me and guided me through the door, where the two guards took positions of one in front and one behind.
I decided to be silent and look around, finally being able to see without a circle of guards in my way.
Or shoving. Shoving seemed to get in the way last time.
I didn't recognize the ceiling, the way we were going. Nor did the direction seem familiar. I felt especially right when the ceiling lowered to what might be normal height back home, and very short flights of steps winded downwards. The temperature dropped, and a breeze seemed to come up and push at my face.
The clothes kept out any of this. I looked at my pants and saw they moved, but I didn't feel the wind touch my skin, or the cold sink past the material onto my legs.
Dagny's arm pulled me back when I took a step to far. A blast of heat came in the breeze now, and I saw what had to be a forge. Lord of the Rings and Avatar the Last Airbender had helped me in knowing this. But what really tipped me off was the short man tapping away at the anvil.
Tiger Tiger suddenly made a ton more sense just then. That thing had to weigh a friggin-
I blinked the intruding thought away and tried to focus on the man. He was short. His waist was at the same level as the anvil, and then I noticed the beard.
"No." The whisper came before I could think.
The dwarf-man turned sharply in my direction, and I thought of a mix between Gimli and Hagrid. He had magnified lenses or goggles over his eyes, and he pulled them off before stomping over towards my little group.
I…am sad? I got two reviews. The two who reviewed? BROWNIE POINTS! 100 for one of you, 20 for the other. I hope you two know who gets what.
I now have a legitimate question for all of you. My 25 followers and 9 favorites. Being that Ali is going to be a story teller, should I write out the story, a part of the story, or just explain how Ali is telling the story, not the story itself?
Would it feel like a waste, would it be a distraction, or would it be perfect?
I WANT REVIEWS. As much as I love seeing "cool story," that's not giving me anything. I want "lol I love (insert character)" or "I love how (someone) did (this)"
…if you use this as a template, I might appear out of your computer and hurt you. Just saying. But I want something along these lines.
