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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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Looking back at the framed selfie picture of her and a blonde, sixteen year-old girl, the goddess made that fond smirk again, until her cellphone gave a ring. Quickly, the black-haired woman turned it on, and saw a text from Torunn, telling her that she was safe and sound in her own apartment. It was one of those motherly habits that Lochila decided to recommend as the girl had gotten older. Plus, it was for her own benefit that Lochila would know of her whereabouts at all times. Giving a relieved sigh, she texted back. 

[quote][color=00a651][i]To Torunn:
"Good. Hey, since it's Friday, why don't you come up? Perhaps order dinner together?"[/I][/color][/quote]

Sending the text right back to her, the goddess only prayed that what she was doing was inconspicuous; not on purpose. Setting the phone down, Lochila decided that a good stretch was in order from a long day at work. Having to stand up, she inhaled deeply, while letting her arms go above her head. In truth, she found the technique humans call "yoga", fascinating. Unlike her brother, the goddess was fond of Earth's culture, and having to relax was better than having a racing mind when you're attempted to use magic. She didn't tell Thorinof her abilities, nor did she plan to. 

Straightening her black, designed dress that's been hugging her frame, Lochila strolled in her black heels to the huge penthouse window nearby, gazing outside at the view of the Big Apple, and waited for the nineteen year-old.