#monarchsofprophecy

Hirst hummed quietly to herself as she walked through the woods of Midgard followed by her father's two goats. It was one of the rare times when the daughter of Thor and favorite grandchild of Odin was free of her duties on Asgard and free from the herd of attendants placed around her. Hirst had packed a small lunch for herself consisting of bread and one of Idun's apples cut into slices by her grandmother Frigg, the queen of Asgard. She whistled for the goats, Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr, to come be near her as she chewed on one of the apple slices beneath a large flowering tree.

"That's flattering, darlin'. I might be bad, but I don't know if I'm all that bad."

Caspian never thought he would have someone with him. Someone to stand by his side — a potential queen. No. She is the queen. Caspian was sitting on the Moonlight Throne. Eyes dart to the crowd just checking them out. He turned back to Aislin. “ I mean, I haven’t really thought about it. I never thought i’d find someone— and now I don’t feel so alone.” Caspian said.

" Who needs a knight shinning armor when us girls have you around." Margo slightly teased after hearing what he had done. She couldn't help but worry that he may be seriously hurt but he seems to be okay from where she could see him." You would be correct about that, even tho my day was quite busy and I have managed to get some work done while also completing other activities." Margo replied with a slight blush to her cheeks. She stood up to walk a bit closer to Sebastian, her eyes traveled over his face. " please tell me you have at least been checked out yourself. You maybe a hero but your not invincible. I have some Tylenol for the pain if you want some." She suggested with a look of concern.

It took Quinn a moment to properly comprehend the words which the ethereal woman spoke. Truly she was not exactly sure what to say, which was so very unlike her. How was she supposed to react to a gorgeous, otherworldly woman magically appearing in front of her? The scotswoman eventually reached out and took the elegant necklace from the being's hand. As her thumb rubbed over the pearlescent shell, Quinn paused.

“Hey, Bob! Join me in my photo? I’m trying to take a photo with a friend once a day until fall!” Aislin informed her friend, the two of the having gone on an errands run for the Tower.

"Sure," Bob positions himself right beside her, making sure to squat a little so he doesn't look too tall on the screen. He smiles, tight-lipped- and poses for a few more just in case.