Pre-Plotted Amity Celebration \ / @randrageon
\ / . Loki was typically not keen on participating in these sorts of charades. This world was not his own, nor did these customs appeal to his senses. However, the moment they began, it seemed every place would become consumed by them without reprieve. Despite his reservations, the festivities were harmless enough. But that was not what brought Loki to this gathering.
Just days ago, he had run across Rand while lurking in Fanalea. Loki had not properly seen him since the exploits within the facility. The man had not been well, from what Loki encountered. And even as Rand looked upon the dance occurring there, his gaze seemed distant. His mind was not among the celebrations in the slightest.
Loki made a decision in that moment. Besides assessing Rand's mental capacities, he had other... pressing questions regarding the man he needed to address.
Just outside the entrance of this "Tea-Lip Party", Loki stood. His eyes were constantly scanning the incoming guests for the one he was after. To his surprise, he spotted the man of fire hair. In a matter of seconds, Loki stood straighter. His shoulders squared, and a breath was exhaled from his chest. In trust, he was not expecting the man to come at all. ( Rand had no reason to oblige him, and yet, he still did all the same. )
âťť Ah, Rand. âťž Loki greeted him, biting back the smile of excitement that twitched in his cheeks. âťť I am pleased by your arrival. I... hope your travel was unencumbered. âťž His friendly greetings felt like rust grating against rust in his throat. How does Thor do it every waking minute?