Jumping the railing and landing leisurely on the floor below, Valkyrie approached the table, tousling Loki's block locks once as she passed. She brought in the scent of salt and wind, dressed in the sweater and leggings ensemble she favored when she was out amongst nature. She dragged out a chair and swung it behind her, making herself right at home at the table.
"I'm trusting your intentions are nothing but pure."
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Date: 2019-01-22 04:36 am (UTC)"I'm trusting your intentions are nothing but pure."