9240/Yuletide Snow!

Yuletide Snow!
Date of Scene:	22 December 2021
Location:	Asgardian Embassy
Synopsis:	Lady Sif and Thor have a drink and discuss the Holidays.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Sif

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Thor has posed:
It was snowing! Snowing! And Thor was trying to shake the snow and wet from his hair, armour and everywhere. "Ugh. Midgard reminds me of Jotunheim, and at this time of year, is just as cold, wet and noisy! Methinks i need a flagon of mead to chase away the chills!

Thor looks around, to try and find someone who may just have what he was looking for.

Sif has posed:
Sif steps in closely behind, her own set of leathers with a cloak of fur and leather wrapped about her shoulders. The moment she's within, it's with a sweeping motion that she unclasps the brooch holding the cape in place, and swings it off her shoulders.

"I love the snow, my Prince." She smiles widely, "for the very same reason." Jotunheim means battle...

Thor has posed:
Thor looks at the sound of the voice, and smiles. Shaking his head, and motioning towards the last known location of the mead, Thor says, "True! I had not thought of it that way! However, here it is more angry humans, loud Taxi horns, and so much commotion! Ah well! Would you like to share a drink with me Milady Sif? I would be honoured once again!"

Sif has posed:
With the wet cape put over the back of one of the great chairs in the room, Sif is free to unbuckle her weapons, one by one, until all she has left is the single blade; that which she is never without.

A laugh exits the Warrior Maiden's throat; one that is comfortable even if quieter and less boisterous than that of the Prince in her company. "It appears that all of Midgard is angry, and during a season where happiness and peace is said to reign." She shakes her head, another breath exiting to scoff.

At the offer of mead, however? She turns her attention fully to Thor, her smile warmer than the humor moments ago, "I would be grateful for a cup. Warmed would be to the better."

Thor has posed:
"Agreed! Strange, these people. This should be a celebration or peace and joy, but it seems to be a stressful time more than a peaceful one. Ah well, it is a time of hope, if I understand this holiday." Thor shrugs off his wet clothes, and taps his shoulders.

"Barkeep!" Thor shouts out loud to whoever was listening. "Brings us warmed mead for our discourse!"

Joining Sif Thor says, "Jane assured me there was someone who was here to take care of requests. Something called a "maitre d" or somesuch. I hope they have the good stuff!" Thor laughs and says, "It is good to see you once more lady Sif. I hope you are well."

Sif has posed:
"I think this new religion isn't as they thought it would be," Sif muses. "I do miss the old days at times.. war, peace, bonfires. All of us.."

It's not long into these thoughts, however, that she remains, and instead perks up at the command from the Prince.

"I think there is one. Unless I've frightened him off. Or Prince Loki."

Still, warmed mead is something to be savored, and when it does eventually arrive? It is enjoyed.