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pirateangelbabyIt seems like just overnight that the green flourishing trees in the Nexus have changed to red and golden autumn, like a blaze that burns without heat. Fallen leaves dance along the footpaths on little gusts of wind that contain the faint promise of frost soon, the sunshine weak and watery through hazy clouds.
Thor is dressed for weather a little colder than this, though he's made the concession of unzipping the front of his hoodie a little. He carries a walking stick tucked under his arm, though the magically astute will no doubt feel Stormbreaker's power beneath the magic that cloaks it. A pair of ravens circle lazily overhead, riding the wind, occasionally veering off to investigate something shiny or interesting. Thor doesn't watch them, assured that they'll follow, making his way to the edge of the Plaza. There, he picks an empty spot along a decorative wall and places a small sign on top of it that reads, "Take if you have need." Next to the sign, he places a few small paper bags that contain fruits of the harvest this year - potatoes, turnips, juniper berries, and a few small jars of honey.
It's a small gesture, but Thor hopes it pleases the autumn spirit of this place, murmuring a phrase of offering under his breath.
Ritual done, he turns and wanders slowly through the plaza, stopping to pick up a cup of hot chocolate from one of the carts lining the street. The warmth of the brew faintly fogs the black metal of his left hand where he grips it, his good eye seemingly gazing into some middle distance as he's lost in thought.
"What traditions do you hold sacred each year?"
Thor is dressed for weather a little colder than this, though he's made the concession of unzipping the front of his hoodie a little. He carries a walking stick tucked under his arm, though the magically astute will no doubt feel Stormbreaker's power beneath the magic that cloaks it. A pair of ravens circle lazily overhead, riding the wind, occasionally veering off to investigate something shiny or interesting. Thor doesn't watch them, assured that they'll follow, making his way to the edge of the Plaza. There, he picks an empty spot along a decorative wall and places a small sign on top of it that reads, "Take if you have need." Next to the sign, he places a few small paper bags that contain fruits of the harvest this year - potatoes, turnips, juniper berries, and a few small jars of honey.
It's a small gesture, but Thor hopes it pleases the autumn spirit of this place, murmuring a phrase of offering under his breath.
Ritual done, he turns and wanders slowly through the plaza, stopping to pick up a cup of hot chocolate from one of the carts lining the street. The warmth of the brew faintly fogs the black metal of his left hand where he grips it, his good eye seemingly gazing into some middle distance as he's lost in thought.
"What traditions do you hold sacred each year?"
