[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=FF17F2]Klara, Daughter of Thor[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.ibb.co/LhgR7n7/Klara-Thordattir-5-500x400.png[/img][hr][color=FF17F2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Asgard -> Limbo
[color=FF17F2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]
	Klara was currently doing some craft projects on Asgard, happily there ensuring that her artwork and creations had a whole bunch of pink glitter all over it. Some people tended to complain a bit about the glitter, but personally she didn't care. After all, in her mind glitter made everything way better, though her father did get annoyed at times when she'd hit him in the head with a glitter bomb, but usually that never really was much of a problem. Their home and quite a few of the walkways around the place were all covered in glitter, much to the annoyance of some others.

	It didn't matter though to her, she contemplated maybe going out to practice with her sword as she was there, her sword also was covered in a bunch of glitter too, as were her clothes, but she didn't end up getting to fully make that thought or anything. As some weird cloak thing appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around her, [color=FF17F2]"Huh? What's going on?"[/color] she said, a bit confused considering the cloak was a little big on her, but she didn't have time to think anymore as she started falling. Klara luckily somehow managed to prevent herself from screaming as she fell, before eventually getting to the ground, though she managed to move slightly so she was able to land on her feet instead of faceplanting. 

	Glancing around, she was insanely confused as to where she was. [color=FF17F2]"Hello? Anyone there?"[/color] she called out, though at the moment it seemed she was alone. Now it crossed her mind the question of how to even get back to Asgard after all of this.