Owner	Pose
Kelda Stormrider	The clatter of hooves ring against the stones of the courtyard. A tall woman, dressed in pale blue, hands her reins to the groom who came out to meet her and descends from the horse in a single flowing movement of gown and cloak. After walking to the head of her horse and laying her face against its broad forehead, Kelda strides into the hall.
Frigga	Evening falls upon Asgard and the moon rises, the largest 'star' in the firmament, outshining the smaller, more distant of lights. The Palace of Asgard, as well as the surrounding town are lit with torchiers, the architecture making it seem brighter than perhaps it is, or aught to be. There is still the passage of people moving in and out; workers with their carts. Kelda's arrival in the courtyard has the guards' attentions, wary at their posts. She is recognized soon after, and the path is opened to her with a courtly nod. Within, the torchiers hanging upon the walls dance, bringing a warm light into the corridors, the rooms to the side. Emerging from a side room with a maid trailing, the Queen of Asgard stands on the side, her head tilting as Kelda makes her entrance. "Good evening.." It's an inquisitive greeting, filled with questions.
Kelda Stormrider	"Good evening, your majesty," Kelda replies with a deep nod of her head, using the moment to assemble a respectful mein before the queen. "My ride was long and my steed among the best in the stables. I had need of some exertion." A frown clouds her eyes and pinches a vee into her brow. "I am just returned from Midgard. I should know better than waste my time there."
Frigga	Frigga studies the other woman for a long, considering moment before turning to her maid, "Tea, I think, in the study." The maid curtsies and murmurs her assent, acknowledgment and obeissance before departing to do as she is bid. Once that is set into motion, Frigga once again turns her attention to Kelda. "Come sit with me and we shall speak of that which has passed if you wish. Or, can speak of other things to remove ill thoughts." The queen is dressed down, though still regal and resplendant in her greens and golds. Hair of golden wheat hangs loose down her back, the length of the tresses lying in waves from it having been up in braids for the day.
Kelda Stormrider	Kelda's pale blue eyes meet the Queen's gaze and her breast swells with a sigh. Few among the Asgardians are as quick to understand others or as diplomatic. Her regal manner befitting the Queen hides a beneficence and empathy that perhaps only those in her retinue know. Traits that Kelda not only admires but aspires to emulate. She ducks her head. "Yes, your majesty, tea." She unpins her cloak and folds it over her arm as she follows the Queen to her study.
Frigga	The warm smile that seems to have a permanent place upon her face lightens and she inclines her head with a soft 'hmm' sound of agreement, and she leads on to the study. Within, there are books, nooks, but while other libraries and studies may seem studious, hers is lifted with color; flowers and plants abound, as well as hold cages of brilliantly feathered songbirds. There, on a table, is set out the steeping tea as well as a board of cheese, fruit and sweetbreads. An invitation to sit is given with a gesture of her hand, and she, too, takes her comfort, immediately paying attention to the tea and making sure it's poured. "How has Midgard created such a mood? You did do right, come home and ride. There is nothing like a good mount and open fields and pastures."