epidemiology | & this child i would destroy [semi-open]

CHARACTERS: Sieglinde & maybe you
DATE: post-Koltira'ing, 10/11 onward
WARNINGS: angst and mentally unhinged children?
SUMMARY: semi-open log for visitors, etc., when Sieglinde shuts herself in her room to work post run-in with everyone's fav elf

[It had been a while, since she'd been reminded so viscerally of how helpless she was. How weak.

Sieglinde had returned from her encounter with Koltira unharmed, though her familiar had not been so lucky. Isengrim slept the sleep of the drugged, the pits of his eyesockets dark, one leg splinted and bandaged tight. But Sieglinde hasn't slept since then, not really- she hasn't left her desk.

If she could isolate what it was that triggered the frenzy... if she could determine what it was about coffee that made it palatable to ghouls... if she could find a spell that would return a huntsman's heart...

Her own project lay neglected, a cure for the Ultimate Magic... it could wait. She'd let the others wait too long, and look what had happened... Along the way, sleep began to wait. Then food. Then bathing. Days slipped by, she was sure, but she didn't leave the room.

She had everything she needed there.]

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Why would it be silly?

[ There's genuine curiosity in his voice. While questions about someone's well-being are usually only asked for the sake of politeness, it seems strange for her to call that sort of thing silly. Beyond her usual sense of propriety, there always is the possibility that the answer will change.

When her hand tightens on his arm, he'll very causally cover her hand with his. ]

[Ah. Her gaze darts to where there hands meet, then averts just as quickly, as if not wanting to be caught looking. Such things were... naturally normal for her, of course.]

You are not mortal... I know time must move differently, and injuries be glancing things to one such as yourself.

[She doesn't loosen the lay of her hand, though, for fear he might then remove his.]

It is just sometimes hard to remember- I apologize.

[He and Loki seemed a bit... casual, for gods. She was raised on stories that suggested there would be quite a bit more... divine wrath towards someone not showing more respect.]

Yet I live among mortals. [ Time might have less meaning, if he did not. But to live among mortals means to feel time as they do. ]

Time continues to have meaning, even to me.

Do you pretend to age?

[Maybe it was a weird question... but Sieglinde had spent her life asking questions, and she wasn't about to stop anytime soon. Even if she was hungry, and tired, and in dire need of a wash.]

Or... do you simply move often? Or do you not show yourself to mortals enough to warrant it?

Mortals are aware of who and what I am. We do not hide ourselves, not any more.

[ Godlings could hide, if they desired to do so. However, it was never something that they were forced to do. Mortals knew that the gods walked among them, and were sometimes considered more troublesome than they were worth. ]

Like a... second coming of the Age of Gods?

[Not anymore, he said, which implied that humanity had been ignorant once. Was her own world like that- simply unable to interact with those they worshipped, unable to see them or touch them, (because she was touching Ahad now, he was definitely there), or... were the gods of her world as fake as magic had been?

The topic of her own faith is not one she usually breached, but.]

... I used to believe in the Goddess, but. I believe my world may not be so divine as your own.

No. More an age of man. [ Divinity had become more common place. To pray to a distant being is one thing, but to your neighbor who keeps those annoying hours? That was something completely different. Gods walked among the mortals, and the mortals became used to them. ]

I have never known a world without gods, but then, my experience is limited.

[It is hard to imagine, even for one as creative as she could be. She tries- brow furrows, lips purse, but. Knowing gods lived among you... having them as a neighbor?]

I must admit I did not believe in you at first. In Loki, either.

[The idea that she would actually meet a god- that one could be imprisoned by ALASTAIR...]

... then again my first meeting with him was far from divine.

I neither need nor demand belief.

[ At the mention of meetings, his interest seems piqued. ]

Should I ask?

Ah... it was over beer and pie in Chantes. That festival that occurred soon after we arrived.

[A very... normal scene. Too normal.]

I could never imagine meeting a god in such a way in my own world. This is not Homer...

[ He's going to ignore the Homer comment, because sometimes it's better to leave cultural references that he doesn't understand alone. ]

That would not be an unusual way to meet a god, in the world I come from.

Then I would be most interested to see this world of yours one day- though I guess this sort of thing to be near impossible.

[Even though someone had offered such a thing... to take her back to his world rather than return to her own... even though she had accepted...

Part of her did not believe it could happen.]

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