15071/Spring in Asg- at the Embassy

Spring in Asg- at the Embassy
Date of Scene:	02 June 2023
Location:	Outside the Asgard Embassy, NYC
Synopsis:	Frigga meets someone new in her gardens at the Embassy (MJ), and a tour is granted both beginning and ending in the kitchens.
Cast of Characters:	Frigga, Mary Jane Watson

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Frigga has posed:
Spring in the City. The warm weather sets in now, finding its purchase. The evenings cool the streets, and during the day? The sun shines down and all those who had been inside now find the light warm upon their faces. Life in the form of green plants are pushing towards the surface in the cracks of the sidewalks, of the dog-piddled squares with trees set in the center. Those who thought to plant flowering trees have been given the gift of yellows, whites and delicate pinks, the petals drifting into the air at the least puff of wind.

And the gardens.

Even though the Embassy of Asgard has its staff, there are a select few that prefer to be a touch more 'hands on' when it comes to their particular interests. Who would have guessed, then, that the Queen of Asgard herself is bent and attending to the dirt and sprigs of life being planted in the ground in front of the Embassy? She's dressed in 'court casual', though there are very few who would actually recognize it as such, and her long blonde tresses are plaited in intricate patterns, all to hold the wisps from her face. Her hands are covered in the dirt of Midgard, and she talks to the tiny seedlings as she sets them in their place in low murmurs. Over all, two guards of the Embassy keep particular watch over the Lady; such is their charge.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson isn't normally the type to go to the Embassies. She's bee nto the Themysciran one a few times due to her.. Status, for focus and training. But she can't recall to the Asgardian one. But, having been sent there on some sort of courier mission, having turned whatever she would have been sent to take, she goes to walk around the place. The garden has her attention as she walks through it.

Strapped over to her back is a large basterd sword that definitely looks out of place in the modern world - even compared to other blades of the same t ype, it has a different, slightly divergent design. She goes on walking past Frigga, and takes a moment to blink before recognizing her.

"All-Mother, I'm not interrupting you am I? Apologies if so." She would bow her head politely.

Frigga has posed:
The small mound of dirt hides a small, wriggling earthworm, and at the barest hint of its sighting, Frigga smiles warmly at its presence. Again, there is a whisper that exits her lips, "Do your duty well, little worm." before she picks up a pinch of the dirt, flicking her fingers gently such that it's covered by a gentle fall of moist earth. Wiping hands one against the other, she looks to be set to tend to the next plant that requires her attention, but that is interrupted with the greeting.

No, not really an interruption. Frigga looks up and those clear blue eyes move first to the form and figure of MJ, then to that sword that sits upon her back. Millenia of ruling what is essentially a martial Realm has instilled that within her. Standing fully up, her dirty hands set one upon the other, and in the next breath, they are clean. Frigga smiles her greeting first, the prelude before, "You are not. In fact, you are just in time." The words sound kind, wrapped in a warmth of the ages. "Tell me, are your tasks complete?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would bow her head over to Frigga thoughtfully. Unable to tell that there's an earthworm that Frigga is speaking to and gently praising from her angle, but just inclining her head in continuing respect. Her hands over behind her back over as the woman would rise and then moving to give her a more formal curtsy.

"Yes, All-MOther. Just running an errand. I thought I might go through the embassy. I've never had a chance to before at any length."

Frigga has posed:
"Ah," the sound is given in that same warmth, and the smile that lingers behind it remains easy. The guards that stand beyond watch a little more closely, though they do not move to interfere. Not unless the Queen wishes, that is.

And she most certainly does not. Frigga inclines her head in acknowledgment of the curtsy, and looks to the side where her guards stand beside the door. "Then you should see it." Leaning slightly towards MJ, her tones sound a conspiratorial note, "The kitchens are by far the best. I'll be sure to bring you there last, should you wish a guide, so you can eventually depart with sweet breads."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would bow her head over, "THank you All-Mother." Her lips would twitch upwards. "The kitchens? Most of what I've heard about praising is the ales and meads. I don't think I have the stomach for any fo them but I can appreciate their strength. And I would enjoy that very much, thank you. But you don't have to take me personally if I'm distracting you." She's aware of the rules of hospitality and politeness.

Frigga has posed:
"Oh, there is far more than just ales and mead. Too much has been given to Thor's past-times." There is that twitch of humor that glints in those clear eyes of hers, that hint of an upturned mouth in fondness for her children. "I have raised him better than that.

"No matter."

With those words, Frigga is ready to offer up a personal tour of the Embassy; one that will undoubtedly be filled with stories that were either lost to time or simply never known. She takes a hand to pull her skirts ever so slightly to begin her path back to the building, her manner and mien encouraging the other woman to join her. "I will return to the garden later. It is nice to have a break."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod and twitch her lips, "I'm sure that it's universal for Gods as it is for humans for children to drive their parents up the walls, metaphorically or literally." She doesn't add a 'if it's okay to presume'. The Asgardians tend to prefer directness when making a joke as far as she's seen.

"Thank you for the honor, All-Mother. I'm glad that you're finding your work in the gardens rewarding. I've never been particularly apt with them."

Too much of Sonja's memories for how to make poisons.

Frigga has posed:
Frigga laughs as the pair walk towards the doors leading into the Embassy. "There is a common bond, yes," and her head inclines theatrically ruefully. Who doesn't know who her children are at this point? "There is more that unites us than separates us. It's something that can be difficult to recall, I know."

The doors open to the Queen and her guest, the snap of attention, the courtly manners accorded are in rich display, and it's something that Frigga accepts and acknowledges with the air of, yes, a Queen who is very used to such obeissance. "I do love my gardens. It is a promise of life ever growing." That is not to mention, of course, all those herbs, healing, poison and otherwise!

"Come, let us to the kitchens first."