Sensing the tension of the newly appeared woman the Vanir Goddess allowed the moment to pass. Let this maiden have her firm tone and address her in such mannerisms, she knew when to curb her tongue and when to strike in retort. There was obvious discontent to her true identity, yes she could not truly be of the people here but neither was she also a close sister race even kin some might claim she did not find differences to be negative. Either way she was not discontented by the comments and left the woman to the elder brother while her eyes sought the younger and took his arm. She had sensed his pleasure with the royal title and felt some compassion for the dark haired man, the trials of being the second born shadowed by your sibling and their impact on the throne. She pondered internally which of the brothers Odin would choose to bestow the crown to, she could sense the man that accompanied her was cunning yet it was appealing in ways that a mere warrior was not.Let the Gods have their will she had always made her own choices in accordance with the fickle nature of one’s heart. Caught in the pace of their walking she observed the gentle mannerisms of her companion, he kept her pace and held her arm delicately within his own.<br/><br/>If one were to look upon them they might state that they were a handsome pair, both with dark locks and eyes that shimmered of something more. She felt herself smirk slightly at the concept how her mother would laugh at her thoughts intent to remind her of the proper place of her duties to her own realm and to Asgard. She nodded to his statement. “Thank you, I’ll be glad to be rid of some of my belongings, we can leave my guard and ladies there as well.” she stated sparing a look to those that trailed behind them. She knew her title and knew her bloodline, she was someone coveted and to be protected much like the two Princes. Yet she hardly felt deserving of the title as her blood burned for something more something beyond what she was meant to be. She had drawn herself to books and magics even the bow had proved to have some allure but it was never quite enough for the slender maiden.<br/><br/>“I am appreciative of your time. I suspect that you had more important matters planned for your day.” She allowed her voice light. “Although, I hear that Asgard has some of the finest libraries in all of the realms.” Her tone was wistful as if dreaming of the books beyond the musty ages calling her to their company. She knew that it was odd of a lady of her station to be so intoxicated by such things she should worry for her beauty and loveliness and yet she was more concerned with what was beyond and the troubles she could cause whether it be through knowledge attained or the simple will to breathe the free air beyond the walls. Perhaps she would take a stroll through the gardens, feel the little freedom she was permitted and confine herself to the words of some history. That was her idea of a delightful afternoon if she was not to be granted any sort of adventure.<br/><br/>Thor merely laughed at the woman who was keen to get back to their training. He did not blame her she had waited for him and then had to seek him out. There was not enough hours in the day for some jesting and sparring and he looked forward to it immensely. The life of the God was never a dull one but he did often find himself bored by the complexities of this little gatherings where his father spoke of the future of Asgard and he was found lacking for he only found glory in the heat of battle never in these little conversings. He sighed gently but then returned to his cheery disposition. “Perhaps being late will amount to some amusement.” He told her in confidence. “I do believe my brother is quite smitten with our newest addition to court.” He told the other as they headed in the direction of the training arenas.<br/><br/>“I pray Kyrie that you let us walk, I do not want to suffer through teleporting today. Unless you have learned to fly then we can get there faster yet.” The broad shouldered man joked. He knew that she was a skilled warrior and she had even bested him a few times not that he would willingly admit to such a loss. He allowed his steps to meet hers and noted that his father had turned to speak with his mother, it seemed that there was a hush to the kingdom and he wondered in truth the meaning of the presence of Vanaheimr, they rarely confided and took those from their realm other than Heimdall of course.