“Greetings, I am Eir of Asgard, how do you fare?” she welcomed brightly.
Oh hi! I’m good. Um. More Asgardians?
“I’m glad to hear you are well,” she nodded, ”Indeed I am Asgardian. Have you met many of my comrades?”
So far, just Loki. Well, properly, anyway.
“Oh…I hope our prince didn’t cause you any trouble. I love him like a son, but he gets in a rather large deal of mischief. You’re from Midgard, correct?”
Loki’s … distant. Yeah. Good-looking, god, but distant. *shrugs* Yes, I’m terran. Does it show? *makes a show of trying to see down her own back*
Eir gave her a bit of an odd look, having never heard the term ‘terran’ before, ”He can be rather distant, but I’m glad he hasn’t caused you much trouble. As for your mortality, I am an expert at determining peoples’ physiology as the Goddess of Healing, I am very well acquainted with differences in bodies.”
Goddess of healing. Now that could be really handy. *grins* I’m teasing. I’m an empath and pyrokinetic.
“So you can feel others’ feelings and summon fire?” she asked with a nod.
It’s a little more complex than that. I can feel others’ feelings, if I choose, and project feelings. But, um, foreign feelings build up in me. Like a … toxin. If I don’t purge them somehow, I have really strong muscle spasms. But, it turns out, I can use the emotions, mine or other peoples’, to fuel fire. Called fire. It’s weirdly specific. I can’t do anything with pre-existing fire, but if I call the fire, it’s mine and I can do anything like with it. *calls her wings into existence* Like this.