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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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She looked at the glass-induced mess all over the kitchen counter and the floor at their feet. How can she explain that the girl was the daughter of a God, who ruled a legendary world, above Earth? Would Torunn even believe her? Would she walk away? Towering over Torunn, the goddess reassured her by stroking her upper arms. Even if Torunn found out, the black-haired woman would still hesitate on how to explain it clearly for her. How could you tell a child whom you have raised on Earth to believe in something that was otherworldly? 

Another lightning strike outside the huge window. This one being less-intense than the last one; the one that almost lit up the entire room. All that ran in Lochila's mind was Thor. Was he in another one of his moods? Or was this something entirely different? The drastic change in the weather was incredibly not common, especially for it to be beyond the Thunder God's capacity to go beyond the limit of how much Earth should receive. 

Her green eyes looked into blue. [color=00a651]"Fragile things, honey. It was just moisture. [i]Just moisture and humidity[/i]"[/color], she repeated, with a green glow in the pupils of her eyes; her hypnotizing spell in effect. She hated to use her magic on the girl, but it was the only thing she could do to protect her. [color=00a651]"Go get cleaned up. I'll take care of this"[/color], she softly told her, using the spell to keep the blonde calm and relaxed.