A Vision of Vanaheim

Her cheeks blazed, red spreading up from the base of her neck to the tips of his ears at his implication. Ha, this guy. Shaking her head she picked up the correct size for the window in her guest- well….Robert’s room now she supposed, at least for a while. “I didn’t have any plans decided on for lunch. We can look around here for a place to eat if you’d like. I still don’t feel comfortable being out with you in that getup though honesty,” she sighed. After so many years of trying to and successfully blending in, it was odd to be with someone who stood out like a sore thumb.

Robert smirked as he observed Sherri’s reaction to his comment. “Perfect! Then I will leave the choice of lunch up to you Sherri. Since I’m not really used to this place, or its culinary tradition, it would simply be silly of me to make the decision. If it’s good enough for you, then I suppose it will be good enough for me.” Robert slipped an arm around her waist. No point in letting her think he was trying to be mean. “Oh honestly Sherri, I am fine, I’ve only gotten a few stares from people. But if it would make you feel better, I’ll put something else on. Didn’t you ever wear clothing from your home when you first got here?” What did Vanir clothing look like. In all the excitement, he’d never thought to ask.

"Well, when I very first came here yes. I stood out a bit, at the time the dress for women was very conservative and we Vanir don't really see a reason to cover ourselves from neck to ankle," she chuckled."But I changed very quickly once William found me and helped me, that's the name of my first human."My clothing wasn't quite as bulky and obvious though," she grinned over at him,"but it's okay, you can wear it today at least."

It's cold but I'm feeling so much better!

She let out a small laugh and nodded. It WAS a miracle that she hasn’t thrown him out honestly. He’d done more than enough to warrant it, but she just couldn’t find it in herself to stay angry with him or put him on the streets. Curtain shopping wasn’t the most exciting thing to the redhead, so she wasted no time and approached the girl at the service counter, telling her the style and color of her ruined ones and was lead over to them quickly, dragging Robert along with her.”Sorry we’re not doing something more exiting,” she sighed to the knight as she looked for the right measurements for her window.

“It’s fine Sherri, I’m sure we’ll distract ourselves soon enough with more… Interesting diversions soon enough. Maybe when we get back home. But this is very interesting. I had no idea that such places existed.” It had been a least a little interesting to see how the girls (who gave Robert a few looks) had treated Sherri so helpfully. He wondered if these were the serfs bound to this fiefdom. Although for the life of him he had no idea just what it is they were supposed to do. Robert stepped back to let Sherri get past him to the curtains. Besides, it was easier to appreciate how lovely she was from behind. (Something he wouldn’t actually to her face, for fear of insulting her.) “Sherri, I hate to bother you or anything, but what were you planning on doing for lunch?” Come to think of it, just what time was it anyway? Robert didn’t even know. He had never been issued one of the odd clocks that seemed to adorn peoples wrists.

Her cheeks blazed, red spreading up from the base of her neck to the tips of his ears at his implication. Ha, this guy. Shaking her head she picked up the correct size for the window in her guest- well....Robert's room now she supposed, at least for a while. "I didn't have any plans decided on for lunch. We can look around here for a place to eat if you'd like. I still don't feel comfortable being out with you in that getup though honesty," she sighed. After so many years of trying to and successfully blending in, it was odd to be with someone who stood out like a sore thumb.

A Midgardian illness? [Theoric frowns with some confusion.]  But I thought our bodies immune to such trifles.  [Perhaps, Vanir were different from the Asgardians who could not be so easily quelled by the illnesses of mortals.]

*she sighed softly* Normally we are, just like you Asgardians, but I'll admit to taking less than splendid care of myself sometimes, and after so much time away I think I'm getting a bit soft. We draw strength from out land. I might be due for a visit home.

She frowned slightly. She didn’t know where the agent lived, but she could find out from SHIELDHQ hopefully.”I’ll find out where it is, just let me make a call later and we’ll head out. For now there’s a Russian restaurant a few blocks down….I figured that might be a bit of a comfort.”

Natasha smiled, she wasn’t used to people being kind to her and it was uncertain whether she liked it or not, but for right now the only thing that mattered was to get some food into her system. “Yes thanks. I would rather eat Russian food. You must know me very well.” She wondered if this woman and her were close. “Oh and thanks for finding out where I live when you do.”

"Not a problem," she grinned with her natural cheer at the other redhead. She didn't know Natasha too well honestly, but after being around SHIELD for so long and seeing a few glimpses of her on visions she knew enough. Leading the way down the street she tugged her coat tighter around her petite form. It might not have been anything compared to Natasha's....or rather Natalia's as she was now, native Russia, but Vanaheim was much warmer. "What were you up to before we ran into each other?"

She bit her lip, trying to think of a reasonable explanation for such an unusual event.”Magic is real, that I can assure you, but I….I don’t know why someone would do this to you. Sometimes these…these faceless beings cast...

She frowned slightly. She didn't know where the agent lived, but she could find out from SHIELDHQ hopefully."I'll find out where it is, just let me make a call later and we'll head out. For now there's a Russian restaurant a few blocks down....I figured that might be a bit of a comfort."

“Mhmmmm I’m sure it has plenty of a different kind of cheer,” she mumbled with a roll of her eyes. Her mood at swung back up after the talk of the holiday. It really was the season for lightheartedness, so why hold onto the heavy feelings from the past just then? No good...

She let out a small laugh and nodded. It WAS a miracle that she hasn't thrown him out honestly. He'd done more than enough to warrant it, but she just couldn't find it in herself to stay angry with him or put him on the streets. Curtain shopping wasn't the most exciting thing to the redhead, so she wasted no time and approached the girl at the service counter, telling her the style and color of her ruined ones and was lead over to them quickly, dragging Robert along with her."Sorry we're not doing something more exiting," she sighed to the knight as she looked for the right measurements for her window.