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It was the third day this week that Atem had slept from sundown to sundown. He rarely woke up for long, and when he did, his movements were sluggish and he didn't make it far from the couch he was crashing on. This time, at least, he'd made it to the kitchen before starting to drift off. He managed to sit down at the counter and lay his head down on it without falling over. Distantly, he heard footsteps coming towards him, but couldn't bring himself to raise himself up to greet whoever it was.

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In the few short years since Bilbo's return from his adventure, he was happy to report that he had not had any other late night calls like the one that had begun his adventure in the first place. Most people tended to avoid him during the day as it was, they certainly were not about to come calling on him after the sun had gone down. This was just as well as far as Bilbo was concerned. His patience for his own kin had grown increasingly thin of late, and he enjoyed his comfortable time alone in the evening without them coming to bug him about this or that. On a normal night, one could find Bilbo Baggins curled up in his favorite armchair, with a book or two in his lap, reading deeply and utterly ignoring the rest of the world. This is where he was when there was a knock on the door. Frowning, Bilbo ignored the knock and continued to read. He was enjoying the tale he was engaged in at the moment and had no desire to pull himself away from it to deal with his pestering neighbors. And yet there was another knock, and Bilbo found himself weighing the options: leave the person on the other side to continue knocking, or go to them now and get whatever it was that was coming over with. By the third knock, Bilbo had made up his mind.  With an annoyed scowl on his face, he made his way to the door. "Alright, alright, I heard you. You better have a very good reason for bothering me so late, it's well past the time for polite company and some of us are trying to sleep here, so what could possibly be so important it can't wait until morning-!" He threw open the door, stared at the person on the other side for roughly five seconds, before slamming the door in his face and turning to walk back to his armchair.

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The library was mostly empty today, which suited Sigyn just fine. She wasn't one for crowds, and while there never really were crowds in Asgard's great library, there were days when it was packed with youths studying for this or that exam and Sigyn was never able to really concentrate at such times. The collective stress and worry of the people around her tended to sour Sigyn's mood considerably, even if she herself had nothing to stress about. Today was not a day for stress. Today was a day for excitement. Sigyn felt that excitement prickling at her skin as she sat flipping through the pages of an old tome, glancing up every few minutes to look around for any sign of Loki. They were to meet here for some final research on a project they had been working on for the last month. If all went well, they would be able to add the finishing touches that very night. The prospect had Sigyn in high spirits, and she found she couldn't stop moving in one way or another, the energy building up inside her looking for a way to release itself somehow.  But Loki was running late, which was terribly annoying, and each time Sigyn looked up to see if her friend had arrived, her frown deepened. It was getting late in the day, and there was still much for them to do.

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see the flowers we are raising }{ CLOSED RP

It was at moments like this, as she made her way up the small hill to reach the tree she was to meet Nanna under, that Sigyn was reminded why spring was her favorite season. All around the great estate, flowers were in bloom, and the light that beat down on her was comfortingly warm. She was all smiles as she continued on her path, despite the irritating presence of her nanny trailing along behind her, and the potential disapproval of her parents lingering over her head.  The estate was far bigger, far grander, than the one Sigyn resided in, which of course meant that her parents were currently off doing their very best to grovel for Gevar's favor. Sigyn, in turn, had been tasked with securing the favor of Gevar's young daughter. This might've been a massive chore if she wasn't already acquainted with Nanna and knew her to be a lovely person. More than likely, she was going to enjoy herself much more out here in the open with her friend than back with her mother and father, bending and scrapping for even the slightest advancement. Knowing that she was going to be spending time outside with Nanna, Sigyn had prepared herself accordingly. Her chestnut hair was in loose curls tied with white ribbons against her blue, flowered dress. Under one arm she carried a thick book where she recorded her various findings when she ventured out into nature. As her destination came into view, Sigyn caught sight of her young friend and her grin widened. Ignoring the reprimand from her nanny, Sigyn broke into an eager run, calling out Nanna's name as she approached  her.