@deadlyfang--
A wonder how the guilty always seemed to manage to find the guilty.
Loki didn’t know it then--not at its depth--but she had that feeling, as she was wont to have. A feeling that bites right down at your clavicle and sits all too sure of itself on your shoulders. A weight. A burden to bear. Nipping and laughing at your expense all the same.
She didn’t smile neither did she frown. She was bound to have ran into it sometime.
“Take it from me,” she said to the stranger, “You’ll remember that weight even well after it’s gone.” For her, it was still perched rather close to her persons, as it would be always.
She bowed her head. “Loki. Forgive me for being cryptic. You just have a look about you I find too familiar to my own.”