03/18/2017  A little practice On the days when Moira was given time off from training in Asgard she took leave, at home when Ryan had been there, and today in Egypt with her aunt. She got training from Arethusa as well and helped her in the tasks that fell in the work of her being an important part of two very large libraries. The texts from Alexandria were fascinating and Mo had been inside reading much more then she had cataloged, which wasn't what she was supposed to do. Needing some time out of the shadows of the old dark rooms she moved outside, heading in the opposite direction of the water, away from the grainy soil where soft grasses popped out and into a more granular, sandy hilltop. She moved over the horizon and then shuffled down till she was far enough away from buildings that she felt entirely alone. Laying in the sand she sank and settled into the soft earth, eyes closed to the sun, and her mind on the letter her brother had sent her while she was in Asgard. Paired with well wishes for what she was doing he had included a spell, something he had swiped for her which made her doubly proud of him. Recalling the words she had memorized before putting the paper someplace safe she tried it now, murmuring the words, holding her hand out and praying for the best. When a shield billowed before her, translucent but obviously there from the image before her being distorted, like she was seeing it through water. She yelped in a proud shock, and let her hand fall away the shield faltering before it flickered out. “Wonder if I can do that behind me as well?” She murmured to herself tucking her hand under her arm so her palm faced the sand behind her. She again murmured the words, willing it more so then before to work. The explosion of sand that covered her shocked her, and she gasped, breathing some in as a massive pile settled on top of her. Crawling out of the sand wasnt easy. More simple then quick sand she assumed but she sputtered and pushed sand from onto of her head, clawing until she broke through to the surface. She coughed, pounding her fist into her chest to help any sand in her throat out before she rolled onto her side laughing. Now she knew not to do that lying down. She assumed she had put to much energy behind it, worried it wouldn't work, it had caused a sinkhole in the sand behind her, ‘shielding her’ sure but also burying her in the process. When her laughing tittered off she coughed again pushing up onto her knees and shaking her hair out, a shower of sand cascading down around her. It was an effort to push to her knees and she slapped more sand off her pants, shaking out her shirt where even more fell. “Ry will be impressed,” she snorted to herself but though she had managed to bury herself alive she figured he might just be. She had worked to spell, the first time she had tried something totally alone, and it had been his find and she had pulled it off, the second time with enough power that she hadn't expected she could harness. Still brushing herself clean she was already writing a letter to her brother in her head, telling him all about it. She thought about being able to tell him in person, but she was expected back in Asgard come morning. Once inside she did pen that letter, giving him every detail, her delight in the scenario evident in her tone as she wrote. She ended the thing with a flourish of her pen, promising that she would come to Arcadia on her next full day off from everything. She made sure Ryans letter was sent before she moved back into the stacks of ancient scrolls, feeling lighter about her work, atleast until she got drawn into reading something over cataloging once again. 07: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

03/11/2017  Retrieving the Blade Stealing the knife had been the most stupid thing Moira had ever done, by far. And that was a list comprised of some truly idiotic moments. Mo had always felt unsupervised, and she had gotten away with so much she constantly pushed the envelope. Only Ryan knew any real scope of what she got up to and even then if it might get her brother in trouble or endanger him she kept tight lipped about it. Here and now though, kneeling on a dingy floor working the tumblers of a locked desk she wanted to slap someone, mostly herself but there was a few other options. Róta for acting as if this was a smooth kind of lesson, Devasha for not stopping her when it was very clear Mo had never tried to jack something in a tavern bursting with people. Still she knew they were up there and had her back if this went horribly wrong. Laying on her back she turned the picks she held in hand, holding her breath until she heard the click of the lock falling into place and springing open for her. She wanted to yelp, but that would just add another layer of stupid to her evening. Instead she slid out of the shadow of the desk and started to rummage for the blade Róta had been so keen to get back. When her hand closed on the heavy handle, pushed far back in the drawer she smiled and shoved the thing closed with a clang that made her wince, holding her breath. She blew out the small light she had used to look with and then moved out of the office locking the door behind her so nothing was amiss. She was feeling proud, cocky even, and that lead to the night imploding. She didnt watch for a clearing in the crowd before she pushed through out of the stairwell that had lead down into the office she had just swiped from. She stopped short of running into a girl a little older then her hauling a tray with empty tankards. The girls eyes went wide as Mo held her hands up to make sure the tray didnt topple over. She looked From Moira to the doorway she had just slipped form and sputtered, knowing Mo didnt work there and belonged nowhere near those doors. Her saving grace was the girl had full hands and long skirts so when Mo slipped between two burly men and headed for the door it was harder to follow her. But her voice carried and that got attention on the girl as Moira tried to slip free. A hand closed on her arm and she almost swung backwards before seeing it was Devasha. “Lets go,” the older girl murmured, Róta still at the bar, her voice growing louder to draw attention her way and was not to the blonde that was currently sputtering about a girl in the offices. They broke from the door into the cool night and Mo thought they were home free before a low voice, deep with base called after them. Turning the girls were faced with one very massive man and his shorter friend. The short one stood back as his friend moved forward making to grab Moira by the arm where once tonight she had already been grabbed. But Devasha moved to stop him and he raised his other hand as if to stop her. Without thinking Mo kicked him, hard, broadly and to the midsection, making him hunch over as the air left his chest. Devasha then turned into his frame her elbow smashing into his nose. He fell with no other protest and his friend looked to debate for only half a second about pursuing them before he turned for the tavern door again. Mo smiled and Devasha shook her head, leading the way to untie the horses. They were on their backs before Róta all but pranced out, rushing over to them and vaulting on her own mare before flashing Devasha a smile. “See? She did fine.” Devasha looked like clearly it could have gone smoother but as they rode back towards the compound Moira was very aware it could have gone so much worse as well. Mo tossed the blade to Róta who snatched it from midair like it was the most beautiful thing in the world to her. Arriving back at the compound Mo wondered how long she would have to avoid that place, maybe that whole little section of the city before her face was forgotten by the local regulars. She sat heavily on her bed noting a letter on the pillow, bringing a smile to her face as she slid her finger between pagers to part them, unfolding the letter to reveal familiar handwriting. She read through both sheets multiple times, a smile ever present on her face. Her brother was not only thinking of her but he had gone so far as to say he was proud of her. And while she doubted he would be impressed with her lesson for the evening from the others she now felt much better about it. Everything could be learned from, and if her older brother, even if only by minutes, was impressed enough that she was here being spit at daily by cranky old ladies then she sure as hell could be impressed with herself. Besides far away from the tavern she felt like the whole thing was much funnier, and she now knew if some jerk tried to make a grab for her even though she could handle herself she had others watching her back as well.   10: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/16/2017  Lessons in Espionage With the arrival of the woman who turned out to be Brynhildrs sister Moira couldn't wait to get off the field they used for training. Devasha was the one to lead Moira away, inside and out of earshot of the conversation the sisters had. Róta had wanted to linger, her ear turned towards the woman but she to eventually went inside following them up. "She spit at me," Moira said hotly, pacing towards the window and then away before she could look down. She wanted to both see and hide from it in equal measure. "Well they will likely be out there for a while, not everyday you find your long lost sister... and family reunions not always a good time," Róta said sounding bored before adding, "We should go out, show this one the town." Butterflies erupted in her belly, and even the thought of butterflies made her think of her brother, bringing a crashing wave of homesickness down on Moiras shoulders. But she smiled and nodded her head, "Sure, where to?" Róta looked pleased, while Devasha looked skeptical. She was told to just grab a cloak, as the air would be biting with the loss of the sun and to meet them in the kitchens. When she arrived it was to face the pair of them, dressed to head out in similar fashion of dark clothes and heavy cloaks. Róta held up a few silver picks, "These are your own lock picks. Tonight we are going to put your lessons to the test." Moira thought back to that morning, when she had been instructed on a lock that she held in her lap, how to work without any magics or powers to get into places she shouldn't. "Sometimes magic doesn't work, sometimes you need to use force, other times finesse is called for. You need to know how to use all three. This is the easiest even if it takes the most time. No force, minimal effort, and if there are no wards it leaves no trace behind," Dev had explained in an even tone, one that worked well for teaching. In those situations it worked, she had done it within a couple of hours being able to hear the pins, focus her attention on the vibrations of the picks, get them open and felt a wealth of accomplishment in doing so. Now however she just felt sick to her stomach. Davasha might be a good teacher but Róta was a little brash and Mo wasnt positive this was a good idea. It was Róta who twisted Mos hair up, using the pins to hold the bun in place. "This way of hiding them is best. If someone runs your pockets, well there's nothing for them to find. They never check the hair." The three headed out on horseback, the sound of hooves beating the ground matching the rhythm of Moiras pulse perfectly. The ride wasn't long enough and as they jumped down Róta spoke, "Towards the back wall, to the left of the bar there is a set of stairs, take them down, there's a door you must unlock. It takes you to an office in the cellar. In the desk there is a locked drawer. In there you should find a silver blade, with a carved handle, basic runes along the blade, nothing fancy. We need to get it back." Moira nodded and Róta motioned for her to lead the way inside. Devasha murmured under her breath, "A knife, we are here for a knife?" Róta laughed holding the door for her friend. "I lost it in a bet a couple nights ago and i want it back." The dead pan stare that greeted her made her laugh harder and she motioned for Dev to head inside, "What, its still good practice for her," she assured as she let the heavy tavern door swing shut behind them, the last of the suns rays falling behind the horizon as it did. 11: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/06/2017  Alien opportunities With the arrival of the first letter Moira had been in a shocked disbelief. She had run to her aunt who was playing outside with Spiére, and distracted her cousin as her aunt had read through the letter, half hoping it was a lie. But when she spoke it was clear she bought that it was real as well. "How though, I mean, im Greek, and well alien, Furyan isnt like normal right?" Moira asked clearly skeptical. Arethusa had spared her a laugh before reminding her, "The Norse come from another world, that would make them to us in this world Alien. And you seem pretty taken with more then one of them so it doesnt seem like a huge problem. Besides they also have lots of ties to the Greek." Moira had to admit her aunt was right, and as she tossed back and forth in bed she debated her options. Her father hadnt wanted her trained when she was younger, and her brother was the one to teach her everything he could. She doubted it would be celebrated then that she was not only taking the time to train with Ryan and Mera from their teacher Revan but would do this. She couldnt deny though that this was the chance of not only learning more but gain powers. She wouldnt need her necklace to travel from place to place, she would be able, capable, and more then anything nobody would doubt her abilities anymore. That night, in the blue wash of light from the moon she wrote three letters. The first to her mother letting her know of the opportunity and that she would take it. The second to the Valkyries themselves accepting. The last letter was to her brother, gushing about being so excited and being entirely terrified. He was the single person she would admit as much to and she felt better for it. In the morning she sent off all three and then she went about her day, studying with her aunt, working on a new schedule and figuring when she would have time to go home and see Ryan and Nana and the rest. For days she worked out what she would need in Asgard, what would be left in Egypt and what she could have Ryan send from home when she needed it. She made one trip home before it was time for her to head to Asgard, where Ryans assurances she would kick ass helped her to not balk and hide instead from the chance. The morning Róta came for her she had spent with Spiére and his lions, cataloging for her aunt. Her bag was waiting in the hallway and she hugged her aunt a bit to tightly before she was whisked away in a cloud of swirled smoke, headed to a bit Asgard she had never seen before. 09: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

01/28/2017  Heading to Egypt Moira was part of a set, and as such, as independent as she liked to be, she hated to be alone. She found a lot of time to do things on her own, but when she didn't need to be she preferred to have someone there. Her brother was usually the unlucky soul she tacked herself onto, and so now that she was faced with some serious time apart she was pouty. She had debated for a second about making him come along with her, but she knew he had things he wouldn't want to leave at school, and while she was apprenticing under their aunt he wasn't under the same leadership as her since he didn't find the need to steal things for a lack of attention. For twins they handled their lack of supervision very differently.  After penning a letter to her mother which would be waiting on her when she got home, explaining that she would be with Arethusa in Egypt helping her to set up things in Alexandria while learning, she left the envelope on her desk. She figured it would be a couple weeks at least before she would be back with any regularity but it wasn't as if she would be missing a nightly family dinner, her parents busy in their own rights should forgive her the travel time. After dropping off the letter she went to tell her brother where she was going and spent the next hour harassing him with teasing about Sio and messing with his goggles. Since they had been little she had taken her fathers word about making sure he always had them on very seriously so it felt poetic to mess with them now before she let. She left a flower tucked into the band and then headed toward her room. Her brown satchel was on her bed and she looped it over her head to lay across her body. She took a turn around the room, another bag lifted to her back so she had her books and clothes on hand for traveling back and forth for lessons she might not be able to skip. With her necklace, specially charmed by her aunt to ensure she could get to where she needed to, so long as she wasn't causing mischief, it was simple to take her from her gloomy bedroom to an open archway, that was filled with golden sunlight. "Arethusa, Spiere... really big tall godly aunties boyfriend... anyone home?!" 03: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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