[hr][hr][center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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	The rest of the day went by, swimmingly, and Lochila used everything in her power to ensure it stayed that way. If Thor was right...if the gates of Asgard was indeed waning, then the dark-haired woman stayed by Torunn's side, as much as possible. However, if she were truly vigilant, she wouldn't have missed the constant appearances of a tall, pale man with raven hair, who appeared before the blonde haired girl, whenever Lochila's back was turned. Even when she showed Torunn the library, his very silhouette lurked - following; watching. Since magic was a very common thing, Lochila could feel it, everywhere. She just didn't know [i]who[/i] was wielding it. In this case, the wielder seemed to only appear before Torunn. All day, the goddess showed her - no, not daughter - her [i]niece[/i], around the palace, including the catacombs, the vault, and the medical bay. By all accounts, Lochila avoided the dungeons. Perhaps another day, she would show her the outskirts of the kingdom. 

	However, little did Lochila know that the silhouette of her brother was already acting on enticing the blonde to give into her curiosity. When the evening came, that same male figure appeared before Torunn, once more.