Yuletide Visit | Closed RP
The remnants of the Bifrost’s beam burned a little at Sif’s knees, the leathers smoking somewhat as she rose from her crouch to a standing position in the middle of the narrow Midgardian street.
Heimdall had done his best to drop her in a place where there was no traffic. It seemed that had been of little consequence as several Midgardian vehicles had screeched to a halt upon her arrival. Sif popped upward quickly, taking herself out of the roadway, glancing back up whence she’d come with a raised brow.
Her brother was getting rusty in his old age.
Sighing, she dusted off her leathers, the flimsy Midgardian appropriate top and jacket she had worn to blend in better feeling strange and insufficient against the elements.
The thin fabric rubbed against her skin strangely as she took in her surroundings, feeling the stares of mortals as they crept past. She ignored them, orienting herself and heading in the direction she’d memorised before arriving, her long strides carrying her quickly down the street, the damp of the air clinging to her as she made her way.
The trees were bare. It was winter then. That made sense, as she had rarely experienced Midgard to be this cool during her past visits. Not that it was particularly cool compared to Asgard in any case.
A row of red-bricked, tall, homes came into view. All nearly identical. All attached at the sides.
Sif slowed her pace, frowning at each façade as she squinted at individual numbers. When Balder’s residence’s designated numerical identifier jumped out at Sif, she turned abruptly, heading up the steps nearly two at a time, stopping before the door to the flat as she rolled her lips inward, glancing around, suddenly nervous.
Oh please.
She sighed, rolling her eyes at herself, and lifted her curled hand to knock, hesitating once more before she finally rapped upon the door. The warrior waited, clearing her throat, hands folding themselves at her back.