Staying the course a woman with all the regality stood before them eyes seeking the contents of the room and the unfamiliar features of those that would be her company during her stay. She noted the weariness of the King set in his ways and attempts of rational to be the good of his people and the realms keen to forget all the bloodshed of past years. Yet that was what every nation was founded on conquering and cleverness. She preferred the latter merely wanting the accumulation of knowledge and magics keeping her to the ways of her powers. One might comment of her beauty as it had been refined, dark locks sleek and high cheekbones highlighted expertly. In turn she looked to the Queen mother, kind in expression and yet she knew the power that lurked within the woman not that of Asgard but rather more akin to the Vanir, this she could offer respect and admiration to the grand woman. It was then that she was given to address the elder of the Prince’s with his kind smile and lumbering figure he was the typical response of a son from the Allfather, he beheld her with blue eyes and yet her interest could not be peaked, he did not seem the kind to share with her the location of the library or speak of ancient texts. It was in the presence of his brother that she raised a brow with his dark locks and appraising locks she found herself intrigued. He spoke not of the promise of sword but her own love of magics she could sense it quite clearly now.<br/><br/>Relief flooded her as it was the younger Royal that stepped forth offering her escort. She offered a pleasant smile as he took her hand and placed a kiss to the back of it. An odd sense of warmth surged in her chest and the Goddess considered it knowing it would be addressed in time. She raised her chin to regard the other with careful speculation. She was nothing if not thorough in her consideration, seeking thrill and adventure she would not do well with company that bored her yet this man with ebony locks and mischief in his eyes she knew would prove the opposite of dull. “I would be deeply grateful of a tour. I dare say this palace is larger than I anticipated.” She offered and allowed herself to turn as he opened his arm in direction of the door. “I insist you call me Kari, there is no need for formalities Prince,” she stated and there was some teasing to her tone. She was always instructed to be a proper creature but it was often her wit and fire slipped from the carefully constructed facade of her mother.<br/><br/>Before they were granted leave a woman bearing the resemblance of her escort drew into the room with the impatience of any maiden kept waiting. Judging by the way she approached the elder of the two brothers and the teasing remark given she could only assume to which she offered affection and which had kept her in wait. Again the chimes of magic swarmed her and to her great relief it seemed she was far from alone in her art within these walls, how fortunate. This maiden seemed bold in her approach and no one seemed to take notice used to her mannerisms. She felt akin to the other wishing she had the freedom to act with such rash freedoms, alas, she was a delegate a woman responsible for the relations of both of their realms to keep the sister nations in good standing, independent yet coexisting with fluidity. “And a witch as well,” she commented lightly offering the other a polite smile perhaps not as warm as she had offered the younger Prince. “It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Kyrie. I am Kari of Vanaheimr daughter to Freyja. I am sure there will be time for us to be better acquainted later.” She offered the other and then turned back to the towering form of Loki. “Shall we?” she asked gently yet some force still in her tone.<br/><br/>There was no escaping the gaze of the broad shouldered man when he was so utterly not consumed. The dull waiting for an order or to be released he had noted the expression of his sibling and noted it for relentless teasing come the later feast. He would give the other man that this new woman was quite lovely, yet he could not deny that his mind knew in truth that she would not be for himself. A maiden drenched in magics and politics, their conversation would be dull and dry he did not have the clever wit and well-read demeanor of Loki rather he had his brash adventurous self, keen to risks, laughter and too much ale. He was by no means lacking intelligence but he found it better reserved for weapons and battles. He acted from the heart, bold and untamed. He felt himself smirk slightly as his sibling offered and tour and was relieved he was finding himself very late for some training with one of his favored friends.<br/><br/>As his mind settled on Lady Kyrie she appeared in the throne room with the grace and beauty of anyone of her station and yet her eyes were full of freedom and brashness like his own the symbol of a warrior. He grinned to her knowing that this was not her ideal of a setting for their meeting. Nines, he really must be late if she had sought him out or she was merely rather impatient which in truth it could be either. He glanced to her as she took station at his side and gave him a thoughtful nudge. “I’m not that late, you simply have no patience Kyrie.” He teased her voice low as to not disturb the rest of the room conversing. He found himself shifting towards her drawing comfort in his comrade, the God of Thunder might deny it but he had felt a blossoming of kinship toward the woman as of late not that he would give it any reigning but it was something he might wish to consider in the future.<br/><br/>As she introduced herself to their newest guest he looked down to contain his laughter. Trust his dear friend to walk into the room and address another of royal blood with such a curt mannerisms. He was rubbing off on her he assumed his lack of regard for how he addressed others he merely assumed that he had gotten away with it thus far for the love his father bore him and that he was a titled Prince that small detail helped in many delegations. As the other two made to take leave he glanced to the green eyed woman falling into her gaze for a moment. “Did you still want to lose in a sparring match?” he asked her the teasingness of the man returning swiftly now that they were not forced to be on their best behaviours for a guest to the palace.