░; ♡ it wasn’t unusual to see the fill-adorned woman wander aimlessly. throughout the halls, rooms, or bars-- she was easy to miss, and easy to forget. like the pebble one passes by in the corner of the sidewalk. though, such aimless antics didn’t mean she wasn’t a social person. now, more than ever, she felt the primordial sense of ‘curiosity’. strong enough to lead her to her next conversationalist in the form of - unknowing to her--, a god or some sort.
she made gentle taps across the floor as she made herself across, approaching loki from the sidelines-- her arms crossed behind her back, and a gentle-- chipper smile. all too unfitting of the ‘trapped’ environment they’ve all been put into. with not even a sense of worry to her tone, she offered a greeting.