[color=c4df9b][h2][centre]Astrid Peterson[/centre][/h2] [b][centre]First day of spring - Year one - Mayoral Moaning Peterson's Cottage - Red Bridge[/centre][/b][/color] [b]Astrid Peterson[/b] Astrid rolled over and woke up with a grumble as the phone rang in the living room at some hour that phones should not be used. Or in her opinion anyway, the raven-haired semi newcomer to the village still was getting used to the rise at dawn mindset that was popular among some. Hard work was one thing but a lady needed her beauty sleep. Shouting over to her Twin sister though she definitely was the girly one of the pair. [i][color=c4df9b]"Tora, leave it... Anyone can wait until a decent hour."[/color][/i] Waking up while later still dressed in sleep shorts and an old t sleeveless T-shirt that was too small but super comfy and soft. Only Tora about. Not that part of her mind would not mind a certain villager to keep her warm at night, possibly in something more interesting. Checking the message on their machine left. The mayor... Well, that made sense. He was an oddity. Who else would cultivate a huge beard and make the fact they where bald more obvious? Jokes of vampire, immortal sprites or just eccentric Astrid sighed. What did they get the mayor? They were new. What did he even like? Tora made a rather good lemon meringue pie when she wanted to bake and there signature stores speciality took multiple hours and way too much work for a small serving to do properly. Her thoughts, however, were a tad distracted when fluffy made her jump flopping onto her lap and behaving like 200 pounds of the puppy as she scratched her canine companion behind the ears lazily. She loved Fluffy, rescued Astrid just wanted to give her rather a furry friend a good home. [i][color=c4df9b]"Hey.... What. Oh, come on Fluffy. I know, we have to go to the mayor this afternoon. Are you going to behave this time? Yes, you have to, but I make sure you get a treat. Good girl. You really are a fussy one this morning."[/color][/i] She swore her dog understood, especially from the look in her mixed colour eyes. She had played up a bit first time they arrived though now fluffy was calm enough not to really need a lead. Who was she kidding? She could drag her off like a stick! [i][color=c4df9b]"Come on. Lemme up. You know how Tora is pre-coffee in the mornings."[/color][/i] [hr] Moving to the village, we'll it was cheap and the area had little in the form of rivals though it was in a bit of a dive, the monster rumours and from reading up before they left, the village must have errors or mayor had never changed going by the names. Getting finally dressed after greeting her sister and handing the zombie her coffee and a bagel to naw on for a while before she gained sentience. Finding her leather jacket and boots by the door Astrid decided to make most of there new start and freedom. Both had worked in city to save up but this, this felt free in its own way, they had own home now, garden and the feasting hall while not packed was making a fair to good trade. [i][color=c4df9b]"going for a walk Tori, be back in time to change. And DO NOT BORROW MY DRESS, you know which one... I'm wearing it today."[/color][/i] Sharing a home was one thing. When both twin sisters where the same size roughly that was "interesting". Though to her advantage too, Tora however poor they were always found a bargain and items that should cost many times their price. [i][color=ec008c]"Ok Asti. I'm going to open the Hall up for Brunch later, I'm hurt...its soo nice though. Knock em dead... Or him..."[/color][/i] Closing the door before her Tora could keep going on, they where friends... Just because they were close... [hr] Waving to a few people on her walk, the Village had yet to fully start up, open up etc. It was a nice time to get a walk despite not being an early bird some days she just appreciated a chance to have some time away from all her lists, work and a large pile of things to do. Red bridge, the myths and local lore of the goddess had her curious, even though her beliefs were very different. Astrids fairly simple silver Thors hammer she always wore now, a symbol of protection and strength based on an original found from the Viking age. Tora and Astrid each had one as a gift from there, dad, before they left, even if leaving home they would still have a connection, reminder and hopefully the strength to succeed and protection while they made their own path. Astrid's less notable nod to her alternative belief was a Viking arm ring, silver with a pair of dragon heads. The oath thing was a bit of a myth based on Odin, it just used to be an easy way to carry wealth but it was a nice idea. Still, she had got it from one of her first paychecks. She was so happy buying it with own money. It reminded her of what she could achieve if she kept going. [hider=Fig 1 - Arm Ring] [img]https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1752/2843/products/viking-arm-ring-sterling-silver3_600x600.jpg?v=1571708421[/img] [/hider] [hider=Fig 2 - Replica Thors Hammer] [img]https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0005/8592/4674/products/viking-sterling-silver-mjolnir-pendant-ancient-treasures-viking-norse-mythology-ancient-egypt-thor-odin-mjolnir-celtic-4079878799426_2000x.jpg?v=1540403790[/img] [/hider] Smiling her musings as the reached for the necklace, leaning on the red bridge watching the water flow, fish and wildlife, watching Fluffy chase a bird a bit until the rather large dog got bored and lay against her legs. Protection, maybe not directly but fluffy definitely could be considered a gift? Who knew how gods and spirits worked. People here seemed nice, they shopped local, tried to fit in even though the post was busy or the general store with orders that the local area could not supply. It seemed to be working even if she still got a few odd looks for there choice of a Feasting Hall from time to time from the ardently traditional. [hr] [b]Mentions.[/b] N\A [hr]