Roaring Dare
Admittedly, mud and grime are not my preferred methods of ‘getting dirty’ [Amora paused, rolling the Midgardian phrase around on her tongue], but thou shalt not hear me complain of it. Magic is indeed where my comfort lies, but I am not incapable of feats of strength. [She planted a playful punch on Thor’s bicep, a hit powerful enough to bruise a mortal, but would cause naught but a slight discomfort to an Asgardian, much less one so powerful as Thor.]
This way lies the trade’s market. [Amora pointed out as she followed Thor’s lead. She looked up at him, curious.]
Then dust instead of dirt? [/Thor teased.] Nay, I would not think any woman of Asgard incapable of great strength when it suits their needs. [/He laughed at her punch then, leaning away with the force though there was hardly a sting to notice for the young prince.] Does it? Aye it does! [/Thor just agreed with her though he didn’t know] Perhaps beyond there this Arcade lies for it makes little sense to place a market next to a dungeon. Unless tis no dungeon at all but an arena! [/That thought got Thor even more excited.]
[Amora scoffs.] Please. Dust implies a sedentary lifestyle, something with which I am unfamiliar. Perchance thee remember who supplied thy court with precious golden apples for so long.
An arena, you say? And wouldst thou fight for your lady's amusement, O Mighty Thor? [The honorific left Amora's lips teasingly.]
