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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Odinsdottir[/h1][/color]
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Lochila willingly returned the hug that the girl immediately gave her and, truth be told, she had missed those loving hugs that the golden-haired teenager has always given her, growing up. It was one of those maneuvers that made the goddess grow fond of her in the first place. Watching Torunn walk by, the black-haired woman closed the door, once the girl made her full entrance to the couch. She continued to give that fond, motherly smile to her, even as Torunn remarked about her friends, as well as her choice to visit her "mother" on an almost-daily basis. 

She chuckled when the girl asked her about her daily meetings over the phone. [color=00a651]"Busy. Just one of those usual days where one makes a simple phone call, and a prolonged speech full of complaints"[/color], she explained with a sigh while going to the dry-erase board just behind her desk, a few paces away from where Torunn stood in the kitchen, and wrote down a note on her schedule, right next to the calendar. [color=00a651]"Have another one in a few hours"[/color], in truth, being a CEO was a pain, especially when she using her powers and natural talents to continue supporting herself and Torunn. 

Just as Lochila placed the necessary note, her green eyes went to the huge plasma television that was a few paces near her albeit farther away from Torunn. The news went on about the severe weather all week, but the goddess internally figured that Thor was only in one of his foul moods. However, to find these weather phenomena happening randomly, it became mildly different than how it usually was on Earth. It was happening all around the country, as well as the world. Nothing was happening in New York now, so Lochila didn't worry, though was concerned for the city she and Torunn were currently in.