"All piloting personnel to stations. Prepare to land," A feminine, automated voice rang through the airship. Minerva looked up from knitting. She was working on a simple scarf that was turning out lopsided and ugly. Sighing, she returned to her work. It had been a few days since the interrogation. The Mngwa hadn't spoken much, only asking for food, water, or to go to the bathroom. Loki spent almost all of his time meditating in the training room or sulking in his room.
"Speaking of Loki..." Minerva left off of her knitting and climbed on top of the sofa; she used her needles to remove the grating from the rather large and spacious vent. It w
"Loki~"
"..."
"Lookii~"
"..."
"LOOOOKIIIII!~"
"WHAT?!"
"Hi," Minerva scampered away from the irate demigod. After the Avengers had returned to doing whatever it was that they do, Loki had meandered his way to an empty training room. He was sitting in the middle of the sparsely decorated room, meditating, when Minerva dropped silently from the ceiling. He chose to ignore her, but was beginning to regret it.
Huffing, Loki stood and faced his current annoyance. Minerva smiled sweetly at him as he towered over her. He closed the small space between them, hoping to intimidate her into stepping back. She stood her ground.
"Is there a reason
The air was crisp and the morning was cool outside the tall, black castle. The stone fortress cut an impressive figure against the flat, dull plains. It was as though the hilt of some great sword stuck out of the flesh of the earth. The rising sun glinted off of the harsh angles of the towers and filtered through the clouded windows.
“What do you think She does up there all day?” A young woman with black hair that hung in shiny ringlets asked, staring at the mesmerizing building. She turned away, and her watery blue eyes searched her companions at the table and counter for answers.
“She’s a necromancer, dear. You do