#lolci

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@lolci

There wasn’t a surprise to the end of a tedious trail. Someplace discreet but glimmered with luxury in the settings. Her presence wasn’t blatantly expressed; maybe not as highly formal as anyone else she was a casual form of presentable. Sleek in dark colors. This was beyond risky, however spending days on end following a barely visible line of crumbs without being pinned on by some mid-level agent wasn’t going to be thrown away. On the short chance of a complete backfire she had to be wise about her approach, this was Loki, it came down to playing a precise game of chess-, a wrong move could lead to check mate.

      Iðunn’s smile was disarmingly bright:    a flash of pearly whites emerging    from within the lowermost branches of a tree she’d seen fit to climb.    The    gnarled bark was rough beneath smooth palms,       the leaves catching in    her wild curls--- as GOLDEN as the apples she cultivated.   “If you’re up to    no good,” she spoke, her voice lilting with the mirth she imbued,      “you’d    best count me in!”