Spring socializing. ((Open to anyone.))

[chiron_survivor]

It has been a long winter, made longer by the fact that Adia could not reach any of her friends in the Nexus. When spring arrives and her PINpoint starts working again, she wastes little time in sending out a message.

Hello! This is Adia. Caspar and I were locked out of the Nexus until now. Please reply if you get this message and let me know how you're doing and if there's anything I can get you?

In the interest of efficiency, she sends it as a blind carbon copy to most of her Contact List.

((Feel free to tag once, play out a thread, or handwave your muse's reponse. Also, if you want me to know specifically that Adia can't/won't get a message, feel free to share. :) ))

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[coldsong]

He spares a moment to consider the possibility of shapeshifting and trying a high school or college himself, some day. Not for a whole term, probably. Just a taste. It could be fun.

The discussion at hand is more important, though. He lets out a little sigh when he wraps up, and stays quiet for her response.

"I do not reject compassion entirely," he says, to clarify. "It's just difficult. And compassion without understanding often rings hollow. Perhaps it should not. We do not have to know how it feels to fly to feel grief for a bird with a broken wing. But past experience can make a person...overly defensive."

He listens to her story about befriending a spirit, and does not have to guess who she means. "Reynard." He says, with no question in his voice. Context tells him quite a bit, and he hasn't forgotten her reaction to the name back during Yule.

"I could tell you what he told me of humans in general, over the Winter, but I do not know what goes on in his head. I like him, and I distrust him. It would do all three of us a disservice for me to try and guess what happened there. But while our natures overlap, and we have some opinions in common, I assure you I am very much not Reynard."

[chiron_survivor]

"There's a difference between empathy and sympathy," she agrees. "Although you might be surprised at who you have something in common with around here." She's thinking of Thor as an example, how both she and the deity have lived through an apocalypse, but then it dawns on her that she has that in common with Loki as well. She doesn't comment, though. Maybe it's something they can talk about another time, if he feels like it.

She nods morosely when he says the spirit's name, then pales and tugs at her windbreaker uneasily, pulling it tighter around her. "I'd never ask you to get involved," she says sincerely. "Honestly, I... I think if there was a point he and I could talk about it, we're beyond that."

Besides, the very thought gives her middle school flashbacks. There's hurt in her down-turned gaze as she thinks about her former friendship, disappointment and grief and even a touch of outrage, but she blinks all that way, refocusing on Loki with clear eyes. "Thanks for saying so," she says, smiling a little. "I'll try not to get hung up what happened before."

[coldsong]

"Not even empathy," he says quietly, as if musing to himself, "though that would be welcome. Just...a little time taken to understand why I might have done something, rather than making uncharitable assumptions."

"I do things other than trick and lie and manipulate. People forget that. I suppose I make it hard to remember."

He studies her expression with a kind of regret, and shakes his head. "If you'd like to talk about it some time...but not today, I think."

"Next time we talk, I should probably buy the coffee," he adds after a moment's thought. "Though you might well be a married woman by that time. I hope you and Caspar will be well."

He could say a prayer to Frigga on their behalf. Even if his own mother will neither hear nor be able to respond, some version of her still might. Then again, some versions of Frigga have a very good reason to give him the cold shoulder.

Perhaps he'll just keep his fingers crossed for them.

[chiron_survivor]

Adia thinks about the first time she talked to Loki, how anxious he made her with his sharp smile and prodding words. She looks at the space between them, the plate that once held a shared slice of cake. "You've done plenty to show me that you do more than lie and manipulate. And tricks can be a good thing. Like a ribbon that keeps people from wondering why a giant eagle is always hanging around me."

It's not like she doesn't already try to take the time to understand the motivations of others. Which is why it hurts so much with Reynard, because he has her flummoxed. Enough time has passed that she's able to push off those emotions, and she returns his words with a small smile. "No, not today. But thank you."

His offer to buy coffee next time is touching, although when he brings up her impeding marriage, she laughs a little. "Married or not, you can still buy me coffee. I mean, um, only if you want to. I can afford it." She pauses and adds, "You wouldn't believe what agate goes for around here."

Anyway, that's likely her cue to get going. She gathers up her empty crockery, glancing at Loki's cup to see if he's done and wants her to take it, too. "Thanks, Loki. I hope you'll be well, too."

Can one pray to a deity for another deity's sake? She doesn't know, but maybe in addition to lighting a candle for him later, she'll say a prayer to the Lords of Kobol, too. In case someone up there is listening.