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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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Even as the girl announced about the pizza being delivered, Lochila still had her attention turned towards the muted television. The weatherman stood outside, in a rainy area somewhere in Maine, before the map showed a radar of the east coast. The screen changed again to another weatherman in a chopper, who showed an area in Los Angeles. It was the image of the camera turning towards two tornadoes in a distance away from the flying vehicle. Wait, two tornadoes?! The goddess felt herself fill herself up with a creeping feeling that made the scenario become more than it seemed. She then reached forward towards the television remote, and unmuted the volume. 

[i]"...if you look over there behind me, that's a-a tornado! Yes, a twister in Los Angeles! It's one of the many of tornadoes! There's another one! It's magnificent; it's beautiful! I've never seen anything like it!"[/i]

The weatherman was shouting now, since the wind of the weather phenomenon made it extremely for him to talk. The high wind made the footage appear shaky, and before the man could speak further, the goddess changed the channel to another, regarding the weather. San Francisco, intense heat; Colorado, flash freezing; and Mexico, severe lightning. [i]Strange, more lightning strikes than usual[/i], the goddess thought, as she looked on at the television. 

The goddess didn't jump at the noise, but she did make the same startled noise that her daughter made. She turned her head from the screen, behind her, where she saw Torunn. One thought was going through her mind: [i]Was it really happening? Is she of age?[/i] The thoughts made her come to the conclusion that it was girl's first encounter of experiencing her powers. The goddess looked at all the lights that just went out, as she thought about it. 

Just before she could register a possibility, a giant flash happened right outside the outstretched, nearby window of the penthouse; not too far from where the goddess was sitting. Then, thunder came; a loud one. Until another flash came, once again. Lochila was startled again. 

[i]Just what is going on?[/i]

She then turned back around, to face the blonde girl, and approached her in a slightly cautious fashion, since she became wary of Torunn's newfound capabilities, while also being careful of where to step. [i]Maybe Thor's inherited power got transferred to his offspring?[/i], she internally wondered; even after the girl asked her what was going on, how she was capable to do this? She couldn't keep using her magic to conceal every bit of the truth and, sooner enough than later, Torunn will find out about her real heritage; that she's not from this world; that she's not even human. Lochila would gladly keep using her spells, but on Earth, her powers get weaker, contrasting their strength back in Asgard. There was just no limits to the powers there. The question remains, though: [i]What were the lengths of Thor's power down here? Why is there so much more lightning than usual?[/i]

[color=00a651]"Sweetheart!"[/color], she called in the dark, before finding it safe to dash towards the blonde, who appeared to be disoriented. [color=00a651]"Torunn"[/color], this time, softly, gently placing her hands on her upper arms to help her stand. [color=00a651]"Are you alright?"[/color], she was trying to comfort her to the best of her ability.