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Loki is not technically banished. This is just - giving her mother space. To think. About what to do with her wayward child. She will be called back in a few years for a more permanent decision. Midgard's nice enough, anyway, and Sigyn's coming along.
The Bifrost lights up in all its colors and -
- this might be Midgard, but it is not a part of Midgard she ever saw and not the place she was expecting to be dropped, and there is no Sigyn with her.
She holds Lævateinn ready as a glaive. Maybe her mother feared her sorcery and thought she'd best be sent somewhere deadly under the impression she was meant to survive the trip -
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purposeful_glory
"You might have high standards for goodness." She turns her ear. "That's Father, I should probably go talk to him. Do you need anything? Uh, anything we actually have a chance at providing?"
It's Findekáno who comes to find her in the tent, a few hours later. "Loki?"
"Everyone's satisfied that being healed by you just results in being healed by you and doesn't seem to have discernible other effects. So they're sufficiently unlikely we can't let people die over them. So we'd be grateful for your help, if you're ready."
purposeful_glory
"Certainly." And up she gets and she follows him to where her patients are assembled.
"Right. We weren't sure if you need skin contact, but everyone said you can touch their faces. Don't touch hair, it's considered highly sexual. I'm going to be supervising. I hope that's all right."
purposeful_glory
"Thank you for the warning. And yes, that's fine."
She goes about tapping everybody on the nose. Healhealhealhealhealhealhealhealheal.
She goes about tapping everybody on the nose. Healhealhealhealhealhealhealhealheal.
Every person they move past is a weight off his shoulders. They'll still have losses to accidents, but no more to hunger. Choices about how to distribute scarce food aren't life-or-death anymore. They'll arrive on the other side strong enough to pick up swords. Loki probably wouldn't approve of that last thought, but he get the sense she isn't particularly vindictive. If making things work isn't doable, and Fëanor needs to have a very violent accident, she would probably not react by turning on them.
purposeful_glory
Well, Loki is not a mindreader. She does not know that he is thinking anything of the kind. Noseboopnoseboopnoseboopnoseboopnoseboop.
Turukáno's been coping badly with the news that someone with magical healing powers has arrived, three months too late. Findekáno has nothing to say that could possibly help with that, and was in any event not the most stable last night, so they'd spent a few hours viciously hacking through ice. It isn't particularly cathartic, but it is exhausting enough that by the end, no matter what griefs, you can sleep.
He tries to evaluate whether they can afford to push the pace faster, now that no one will drop dead of starvation as they walk.
He tries to evaluate whether they can afford to push the pace faster, now that no one will drop dead of starvation as they walk.
purposeful_glory
When she has gotten everyone assembled for her treatment, Loki retires to Irissë's tent to get some sleep herself.
She likes these people well enough but still makes sure Lævateinn is shaped in such a way that to remove it from her person without knowing how to reshape it, somebody would have to halfway cut her clothes off.
She likes these people well enough but still makes sure Lævateinn is shaped in such a way that to remove it from her person without knowing how to reshape it, somebody would have to halfway cut her clothes off.
While their guest is sleeping the house of Nolofinwë has a war council, of sorts.
"Our demands are for the return of everything that was on the boats when they crossed," Findekáno's father says. "Nothing about the crown, nothing about an apology - those are both lost causes - return everything they stole. We have more than twice their numbers -"
Irissë shakes her head. "And they'll have had time to build a fortress."
"Where they will stay, until they decide to give us everything that was on the boats."
"We're besieging them?" She breaks into a grin.
"I thought we were avoiding them," Findekáno says, "if we have enough food to make it on our own?" Not that he's not also suppressing a smile, but -
"We were doing that, because we were afraid that if it came to an outright fight they'd slaughter us," Turukáno says. "That's no longer likely to be true. They cannot even murder one more member of this host with this trip; that's over. We won't arrive weak and starving."
"I don't think she'll help us start a fight."
"So we're not starting a fight," Irissë says, "just a peaceful protest."
They decide on a faster pace ahead. They assemble more people who could use magical medical attention. The silver disk rises in the sky, again, and Findekáno ducks out to find her before the host marches forward.
"Our demands are for the return of everything that was on the boats when they crossed," Findekáno's father says. "Nothing about the crown, nothing about an apology - those are both lost causes - return everything they stole. We have more than twice their numbers -"
Irissë shakes her head. "And they'll have had time to build a fortress."
"Where they will stay, until they decide to give us everything that was on the boats."
"We're besieging them?" She breaks into a grin.
"I thought we were avoiding them," Findekáno says, "if we have enough food to make it on our own?" Not that he's not also suppressing a smile, but -
"We were doing that, because we were afraid that if it came to an outright fight they'd slaughter us," Turukáno says. "That's no longer likely to be true. They cannot even murder one more member of this host with this trip; that's over. We won't arrive weak and starving."
"I don't think she'll help us start a fight."
"So we're not starting a fight," Irissë says, "just a peaceful protest."
They decide on a faster pace ahead. They assemble more people who could use magical medical attention. The silver disk rises in the sky, again, and Findekáno ducks out to find her before the host marches forward.
He blinks. "It occurs to me that we shouldn't even find the same word familiar for that; I used to wake when Laurelin the golden tree waned and Telperion the silver tree waxed and their light mingled, but there's no reason your people would have a word for that time of day."
purposeful_glory
"We call it morning when the part of the planet we are on begins to turn toward the sun. Also, I am using translation magic."
"It's not constantly turning? And that's - impressive. I know some people who'd be very excited. Used to know some people." He sighs. "We have more people for you to take a look at, if that's all right."
purposeful_glory
"It is constantly turning but it takes a day to go all the way around. And yes, of course." Up she gets, out she goes, to boop noses.
"Scouts think we might be close. Past the ridge you can actually head south, and while it looks just as ugly one assumes that as we head south it'll get less so."
purposeful_glory
"You're the ones who presumably have seen maps or heard descriptions, so I will take that as encouraging."
Findekáno nods. "Not really maps, we didn't have writing back then. Descriptions yes. Want to head out ahead again, when you're done here? I left on you quite abruptly last night."
"You're doing wonders for morale. Knowing that the powers hate us bothers a lot of people. Understandably. And now it feels like there's someone on our side, someone who can do things even they can't."
purposeful_glory
"It may be premature to assign me a side, unless it is 'the side of starvation being undesirable' or something like that."
"The side that we don't deserve to die like this. It's been a year, and it's hard not to feel like we do, like we're getting exactly what we earned."