“That’s … amazing,” she breathed, pausing as she picked her way down the sand, barefoot. The wind swirled her short skirts around her knees and yanked wisps loose from her braid. She slipped closer, one hand lifted as if to touch it, green eyes huge.
“So beautiful.”
The horse twisted into a savage lion, snarling soundlessly at the girl, before collapsing back into the ocean, Loki’s concentration lost immediately. His hands dropped back to his sides.
“You again” was his only reply. She had been the one who had gotten on his nerves, pressing him for answers, assuming she could tell his emotions. He pushed the resulting irritation from the memory back down.
She just laughed at the transformation, reaching hands out into the spray. Out here, on all the boundary lines and the juxtaposition of all four elements, even the twinge of his dislike couldn’t bother her long. “Yes, me again.”