[The heap of blankets and scarves and hats that has shown up at the door is hardly recognizable as Dakki. Maybe the bit of pale blonde hair sticking out from beneath the stocking cap would give it away...]
Can I come in? ..Oh? Oh, good, it's cold...
[And once inside, she sheds a few layers, because it's actually sort of toasty in there. Off go the hats, off go the scarves (one of which she may not be able to find later, due to goats...) off goes the big outer coat, and she has herself a sitdown by the fire.]
You guys seem to have a lot of experience dealing with weather like this. Am I right? I'm not complaining...
...hardly? Where DO you come from? [So she can make sure to never, EVER go there because ARRGH COLD.]
Ahh... body heat, right? The more people in one place, the more of it you'll have?
[Having sat down and settled herself, she pulls out her knitting! It's warm enough in here that her fingers aren't likely to seize up or get frostbite. She's making a... pretty bad scarf. Gotta start somewhere...]
I come from Asgard, of course-- but I've journeyed in the wilds of Jotunheim, and in realms where men build houses of ice, because the trees will not grow for the cold! Luckily, we've fire here, and plenty willing hands to tend it.
[He eyes her knitting work critically; and, when he sees what she's trying to accomplish, with a grin. It reminds him of home, and of women sewing shirts around winter fires. Though Dakki's work is... not quite of the quality he remembers.]
....You'll not draw any husband that way, you know!
Ahhh... [She nods, obviously fascinated with the story, and making sure to commit the names to memory.] Houses out of ice! That's amazing. I... I might have watched a holovid about that, once, reading up on Coralian history...
[It was mused absently. There was still knitting to do, and it required concentration. The loops of yarn were coming together steadily, if not skillfully.]
...what would I want one of those for?
[There was no sarcasm or irritation in her voice. Dakki looked up at Thor, blinking innocently. The thought of "drawing" a husband had apparently never, ever occurred to her.]
Can I come in? ..Oh? Oh, good, it's cold...
[And once inside, she sheds a few layers, because it's actually sort of toasty in there. Off go the hats, off go the scarves (one of which she may not be able to find later, due to goats...) off goes the big outer coat, and she has herself a sitdown by the fire.]
You guys seem to have a lot of experience dealing with weather like this. Am I right? I'm not complaining...
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[Thor begins to add her piles of winterwear to the insulation around the windows as soon as the door is shut behind her.]
The more we have gathered here, the warmer we'll be when the sun sets!
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Ahh... body heat, right? The more people in one place, the more of it you'll have?
[Having sat down and settled herself, she pulls out her knitting! It's warm enough in here that her fingers aren't likely to seize up or get frostbite. She's making a... pretty bad scarf. Gotta start somewhere...]
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[He eyes her knitting work critically; and, when he sees what she's trying to accomplish, with a grin. It reminds him of home, and of women sewing shirts around winter fires. Though Dakki's work is... not quite of the quality he remembers.]
....You'll not draw any husband that way, you know!
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[It was mused absently. There was still knitting to do, and it required concentration. The loops of yarn were coming together steadily, if not skillfully.]
...what would I want one of those for?
[There was no sarcasm or irritation in her voice. Dakki looked up at Thor, blinking innocently. The thought of "drawing" a husband had apparently never, ever occurred to her.]
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