556/So Anyways, My Point Is...

So Anyways, My Point Is...
Date of Scene:	16 March 2020
Location:	Some Rooftop Somewhere, New York City
Synopsis:	Up on the rooftops, pegasi shenanigans. Sif is a fuddy-duddy. Heidi is correct in noting that Midgardians flaunt in the same manner. Regardless, both Aesir warriors share mulled wine and camaraderie as well as trust in lesser-knowns.
Cast of Characters:	Sif, Heidi Ingerdottir

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Sif has posed:
One way or another, a message had been sent to one Heidi Ingerdottir from one Lady Sif, its intent to signal a meet-up of conviviality and potentially a little gossip...if the wind's blowing right and the Lady Sif feels so inclined.

As such, the Valkyrie in question has managed to settle upon one of the many rooftops of New York City itself courtesy of Typhon. The pegasus-stallion is apparently content to doze half beneath one of his wings as he stands off to one side. Sif has managed to come up with two thermos containers full of what must be a warm liquid: mulled wine. It's one of the few Midgardian drinks the Aesir warrior tends to scrounge up for comfort. She's seated herself on a nearby radiator, legs crossed at the knees, and sips. A long-coat cinched with a sash at her waist is of a deep blue color, the hue of snow-shadows at midnight, and fringed in a warmer golden faux-fur. Glossy hunting boots reach past her calves and she idly bops a toe in mid-air as she waits, sipping at one of the thermoses.

Heidi Ingerdottir has posed:
One of the perks of being the one to train the winged horses of Asgard was that you had a very good excuse to put them through their paces, all in the name of practice and training. And Heidi needs little excuse to guide Eira through the air, precise movements, dips and rolls, and then smooth sailing. She brings Eira to land and, it seems, the pegasus does well, managing to land on the rooftop without any difficult. An excellent flight as always. Eira would get a treat later.

Dismounting from the pegasus, she lets Eira rest nearby as she moves to the other Asgardian's side. "Hail, Lady Sif. I hope you are well." She's cheerful, but she's not over-the-top today. The smiles never fade, though.

Sif has posed:
Typhon's flickering ears signal Heidi's arrival even before his rider's sharp senses catch wing of...well, wings. Glancing upwards, the Aesir's thoughtful expression shifts into one of greeting even as she lifts her free hand towards the other Asgardian as she comes in for a perfect landing. There's even a light applause off of Sif's arm with her free hand.

"Hail, Lady Heidi. I am well, thank you, and I hope the same of you. Here, come, join me," and she offers out the other silver thermos. "It is mulled wine, a drink of Midgard generally enjoyed when the weather is cold. I find it soothing." And not at all alcoholic in the end, more like drinking tea in comparison.

Typhon flutters his wings once in greeting towards Eira, his ears perked and tail slightly lifted -- hey, baby.

Heidi Ingerdottir has posed:
Heidi strides across the rooftop, closing the gap between her and Sif, and extends a hand to grab the silver thermos. She opens it, breathes some of the scent in, then gives an approving nod. "I can see why it's enjoyed." Her attention drifts over the rooftop for a moment before looking back. "It is good to see you, Lady Sif, I am also well. It is always nice to see you, a breath of fresh air in the middle of everything... Midgard can be rather odd at times."

Eira seems to be ignoring Typhon at first, but for a moment. She edges closer, sniffing him out a bit cautiously.

Sif has posed:
"I agree entirely, Lady Heidi, on all accounts. You bring daylight in your wake," Sif notes lightly, still wearing that small true smile she rarely trots out but before trusted company. The steam wreathing up from her open thermos held with interlaced fingers and rested upon her lap is indeed heavily scented of spices and the warmth of aged grapes. "I shall be blunt: I called upon you to impart warning to you in regards to those potentially interested in the Princes and their affairs." The keen coolness in her pale eyes imparts that this interest was definitely uninvited. "You may be a known companion to myself and as such, potentially to them and with potential to be approached."

Typhon drops and tosses his head in reply to the flicker of nostrils towards him. His mane flips from one side of his neck to the other and he then arches it, chin tucked nearly to his throat. His wings flutter again softly.

Heidi Ingerdottir has posed:
Heidi seems more than happy to be in Sif's company, and she takes a sip from the thermos, listening for a moment as to what her fellow Asgardian had interest in sharing. Her chipperness turns to a bit of concern, though it doesn't seem to wipe away all of her mood. "Is there trouble, Lady Sif?" She does take a moment to glance around, as if to ensure there was no one lurking nearby. "It would be good to know who it is that would intrude upon our Princes."

Eira very slowly trots to the side of the roof that Typhon is on, a steady pace, coming to stop near him to assess the situation from a closer vantage. Her wings flutter out for a moment before tucking back against her sides.

Sif has posed:
Sif's pleasant expression fades into something more solemn and, dare it be said, irritated. She nods after taking a deep sip of her mulled wine, her pale eyes flicking back up to Heidi's face.

"I do not know that there is trouble just yet. I may be reacting to nothing more than a suspicion, but a young Midgardian by the name of Natasha approached me in the name of ascertaining what I knew of the Princes...specifically Prince Loki. She claimed to know Prince Thor well enough to use his name with comfort. This may be so, but that she was not plain with me through our conversation had me concerned of ulterior motives. I will not have anyone attempt anything upon Prince Loki, not while I am present upon Midgard."

Gee, that sounds...defensive.

Now that Eira is nearer, the pegasus makes a point of trotting in place a few times, a trained move akin to that of dressage's piaffe. His wings rise half-mantled and hang there. Lookit mah moves, baby.

Heidi Ingerdottir has posed:
But Sif's worried expression draws Heidi to sport a matching one. "I cannot say that anyone has approached me for /specifics/ but there are those who have mentioned Prince Thor and Prince Loki's names upon learning I am Asgardian," Heidi says, looking thoughtful. "But no one named Natasha. One I chatted with was Wanda... and she was also very familiar with Prince Thor." She doesn't know if the conspiracy is linked, but...

"Do know that you have my aid, Lady Sif, in whatever might threaten him." There's a pause. "You seem... very passionate... in this endevour."

There's a ruffle of feathers as Eira's wings move and resettle, and she turns her head to the side as if ignoring him.

Sif has posed:
"I thank you for your aid, Lady Heidi."

This curt response comes after a betraying moment of Sif looking upon her fellow Asgardian with lips pursed. Clearly, the dark-haired Valkyrie didn't intend to let the amount of emotion slip as had been revealed. Her ice-blue eyes slide off to one side as if weighing a thought rested behind her tongue.

"I do not know this Wanda you speak of, but if she also claims familiarity with Prince Thor, she merits a watchful eye. He has not made fit to introduce me to any of his fellow Midgardians as of yet. I expect him to do so soon if not later." Her boot-toe begins wiggling in the air again. "I am...yes, passionate about Prince Loki's safety. He is in a place of discomfort and potential risk here on Midgard." Is that...a faint blush? "I care deeply for his safety."

Typhon pauses in his placed trotting when the mare looks away. Aw. There's a loud flutter of his wings once before he settles them again. A toss of his head is followed by a whicker and coy side-turn of his cheek towards her. Ears flick forwards, back, and forwards again.

Heidi Ingerdottir has posed:
"Of course, Lady Sif. You can always count on me."

"I believe she said she was an Avenger and did give me a standing invitation to visit at any time," Heidi does not take such an invitation lightly. She'll call on that card if she needs to. But she does look slightly concerned. She sips from the thermos. "Lady Sif, that is very kind of you to extend your protection so specifically to Prince Loki. I assume you worry not for Prince Thor in the same /specific/ capacity, yes?"

Eira's head turns back at the sound, ears moving before she takes a few steps closer, tail swaying back and forth.

Sif has posed:
Sif looks away again, her spine straight, at the question. There's a small clearing of her throat as she considers the surrounding skyline of New York around them. "Prince Thor has rarely needed my protection over the centuries and he has his friends, these Avengers you speak of. I will be glad to meet this Wanda," she notes as an idle aside. Her gaze returns to Heidi and, again, she tries for courtly nonchalance. "Prince Loki has not this protection on this world. I would...be fain to see him injured while he is here. I treasure his safety," she tries as reasoning for her insistence.

Now comes the grand display: Typhon lifts up his wings behind his head, wrists touching so that a flare of white feathers spreads behind him pridefully, and clicks his hooves off the rooftop a few times. With chin tucked, he whickers again, dark eyes upon the mare. Then, he tosses his head violently to one side, pause...and to the other side again, pause...and tosses it upwards again, forelock flipping about majestically.

Heidi Ingerdottir has posed:
Heidi clears her throat. "Lady Sif," she says, very slowly. "I am certain that Prince Thor can handle himself, and I do know that Prince Loki is also very powerful. I just wonder if you mean that you are particularly interested in Prince Loki's protection because you are concerned for more than his physical well-being." She's not entirely sure how to phrase it. "You also seem slightly defensive about it. I have found that usually indicates this is somehow personal."

With Typhon's grand display, Eira watches, entirely still. One ear flicks, just slightly. Then the other. The pegasus's hoof lifts and stomps down once. /Whatever that means/.

Sif has posed:
Sif purses her lips again until it's impossible to resist: the barest, most fleeting hint of a chagrined smile is there and gone. Again, she drops her gaze to her drink, still steaming in its thermos, and twitches her lifted boot-toe sharply a few times yet. How her nose tries to not wrinkle and twitches.

"I am losing my touch..." This said more to herself than anyone else before she makes eye contact with Heidi. "It is personal indeed. We are at courting and have been for some years now. That he is without comfort here...I cannot countenance it. I ask that...without reason," she stresses delicately, " -- you aid in my defense of Prince Loki should trouble arise. I understand too that I ask this with known bias in the matter. You are well within your right to decline my request and I would not count it a slight against you."

Not the hoof stomp! Typhon pauses, the broad pate of his cheek towards the mare, and then resets himself with a brief stretch of wings. Again, a ray of plumage behind his head, and again, the toss of his skull back and forth, but now accompanied by a sideways stepping motion, lively in each lift of hoof, one way and then the other.

Heidi Ingerdottir has posed:
Heidi is casually drinking from her thermos. She's doing her best not to smile. But Sif made eye contact and she's taking this whole situation very seriously, smile or not. She nods, slowly. "Lady Sif, I consider you a dear friend as well as a strong ally. I would defend him because he is my Prince, but I would aid both you and he because you are my friend. You have my word. Should you need my aid, you must merely call upon me." She grins broadly after that, though. She doesn't need to say anything. Nothing at all.

The dance of the pegasi continues, and Eira does not seem impressed. Her tail flicks and she tilts her head just slightly to the side. Was she paying attention now?

Sif has posed:
"Thank you, Lady Heidi. Know that I offer you the same aid in return: you may call upon me as you need me. I equally count you as dear friend." Yep. That's a rose-petal's blush upon the Valkyrie's cheeks now and she rather demurely sips at her own mulled wine at a deliberate speed. That grin is doing things to her composure that makes the color stick on her fair skin. There's a twitch of her lips before she glances over towards the pegasi -- and stares.

"Typhon, must you?" The Valkyrie's curt words cut into his display, which had progressed to him starting to buck up in little hops to balance on his hind legs, still sporting the fan of broad flight feathers behind his head. Upon being addressed, the pegasus-stallion drops to his hooves and sidles, ears back. What? I wasn't doin' nothin'!!! Sorry, Eira, the show is apparently over. He rustles his wings back into place and tries to look as innocent as he can manage. Still, Eira gets a flick of his tail in her direction. Another time, cutie.

"I thank you too for your trust and understanding of tact in matters," Sif picks up after she's certain Typhon won't be continuing to be a flirt. Heidi gets a grateful little smile. "I do treasure the Prince."

Heidi Ingerdottir has posed:
Heidi lets her gaze go momentarily to the two pegasi, letting out a bit of a laugh as she notices the antics. Her attention, however, goes quickly back to Sif. "Do not worry, Lady Sif. No one will cause harm to him. You certainly have me for an ally in this."

With the show over, Eira seems momentarily disappointed, though she deigns Typhon worthy of /two/ ear flicks before she returns to being a well-behaved mare.

"I swear I've seen Midgardians act like that before..." Heidi mutters.