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Loki parks in Doriath for another six years. She manages to make friends with some of the people who have things to do in accelerated perception. The Men who started as babies are full grown. The spell comes along and she refreshes everyone serving as a sorcery backup on a routine basis. She visits people between stints of work; during same she does things that she doesn't have to move around much to do. Writes a memoir. Screws around with decorative illusions. Sleeps, when absolutely necessary.
She's asleep when the quake hits. But not for very long.
She's asleep when the quake hits. But not for very long.
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"These'd probably be really popular galactically even in obtrusive form, if you're wondering about how to make an economic footprint," Loki remarks to Elves.
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"Hey, I never take mine off. My tastes aren't that eccentric. - I bet Sigyn would love a pair."
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"Oh, good, if I loan him mine and he won't give them back I won't have to wait long."
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"Me helping looks like me going 'hey, Tyelcormo, my sister likes you, if you can put up with the casual Asgardian sexism you should go invite her to pet your hair'. ...Hair's a thing, with them."
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"Appending 'for a boy' to compliments apparently amuses Irissë but I'm not sure it will appeal to him."
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"He shoots better than you or I! You don't have to qualify the remark just because he missed a distant fast-moving target sooner than his cousin did!"