❆ So you're feeling tied up to a sense of control

[wolfofmidgard]

Who: Meja and you.
When: Day 151, afternoon.
Where: Somewhere between the library and the hydroponics lab.
What: Wary of growing complacent, Meja is back to experimenting with magic to see if she can't make any breakthroughs.
Warning: n/a

The hallways are, for the most part, just as quiet as usual.

Except for the occasional bit of sound, near the library, which sometimes coincides with a flicker in the overhead lighting. A sharp crack, almost like a tiny lightning bolt.

In the hydroponics lab, the plants have had as much tending as they need, today, as far as Meja is concerned, and so she's onto another project for the afternoon and, maybe, the evening. Until the building gets tired of her and unseats her experimentation, at least, but for now the thing is still going strong.

She's cross-legged against a wall, a collection of loose ceiling tiles on the ground in front of her. With one of her throwing daggers, she's notching certain runes into them and, when they look right, places her hand on them and presses them to the wall. That's when the noise occurs, with an occasional bright flash, though each one varies.

The Valkyrie's expression is thoughtful and concentrated. Walking up to her almost unnoticed would probably be fairly easy. Easier than normal, certainly.

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[wolfofmidgard]

She mulls that over. Sweet biscuits? Ah! There must have been cookies in the cafeteria at some point. "Is it a little frustrating that you can't find anything a second time? I'm afraid I'm a terrible baker, or I'd offer to try and find the ingredients for cookies."

No need to start a fire in the kitchen and potentially ruin some perfectly good ingredients. She's glad to see him putting on a few pounds; he'd been very thin when she'd first seen him.

[cinereoargenteus]

"We are on the same horse. Most of what I know how to make involves squirrel meat. Not the stuff one serves to friends, unless one is trying to lose friends." He gives Meja a playful nudge with his shoulder. He rather likes having the Valkyrie around and without being in a state of constipation.

[wolfofmidgard]

Meja laughs quietly. It's good to see Garrett cracking jokes, as well.

"When I was living by myself and had to make do, the best thing I could make was this fish stew my mother taught me. Messing it up was difficult. It wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but it was something to eat."

She doesn't often talk about her mortal years, especially those before Ragnarök, but she's feeling relaxed. And just a bit hopeful, as she sees what she can and cannot do with magic in this place.

[cinereoargenteus]

Garrett notes this rare glimpse of life that Meja has provided him. He often speaks of home, but she doesn't do the same. He supposes it has something to do with how old her mindset is.

"You must show me some time. Maybe this place will show up with fish if we ask really hard."

Though he thinks they would probably be evil, psychotic fish with sharp teeth and laser eyes from the logic this place seems to operate on.

[wolfofmidgard]

"I sometimes see filets in the freezer." Meja pauses. "It's risky since you can't see what kind of fish it was before, but you never know."

She herself has very little problem taste-testing for anyone, since it's harder to bother a Valkyrie than most mortal creatures. And she can heal up any damage that's done, even if it might take a while.

"We'll make a day of it, yeah? Cooking, I mean."

[cinereoargenteus]

Garrett gives her a happy smile, one that lights him up from the top of his oversized ears all the way down to the tip of his tail.

"It is a bargain." He sticks out a forepaw for her to shake, the way he's seen other Clan members do after striking a good deal.

[wolfofmidgard]

It's good to see that smile on him. Sometimes he looks a little too dour, even for this place. Meja grins back and clasps his hand — gently, though to another being it's firm enough. Controlling your new-found great strength is one of the first things you relearn as a Valkyrie. Her life had prepared her for it, owing to her massive strength from her family runes, but it had still been an adjustment. Now, she barely thinks about it.

"All right," she agrees. "You'll be a stew maker yet."