Youth is…surprisingly everpresent in my life of late.
I am sorry you had to deal with me, friend.
You were just as, ah… rambunctious as I recall.
But there was no harm in it.
Youth these days can be so difficult, can they not, my lady?
Well I’m not a sorceress and I’m never going to be. I know I have to be smart. So unless you have something new to say I’m going to be on my way.
I only ask that you be careful. You are my friend and I wouldn’t want to see you hurt.
That ‘twas an accident I swear it!
It was supposed to make her grow a beard my spells never work right
Well if you know so much about warriors then why aren’t you one? I know how to take care of myself I am plenty old enough I am nearly a woman! And I do listen to all my lessons unlike half the boys. That’s how I beat them.
I’m not a warrior because I have no interest in fighting battles, though I certainly would if the king required it of me. I am adept at the mystic arts and chose to pursue them, but I know of warriors because it behooves me to know; knowledge is also power, just as surely as is physical prowess.
But I often need at least one Prince and I don’t have them here so clearly by myself I am much less likely to get into trouble without their bad influence.
But the mortals are weak and I’m only exploring. I’m not even hunting! Not that I have found much to hunt here. Most of them are quite nice to me!
‘Often’ being the key word there. I still remember the time you caused an explosion that turned our teacher’s hair blue when you were attempting a spell in our lessons. And don’t try to tell me that was an accident, I know better.
The mortals might be weak, and most of them are kind, it’s true. Still, you shouldn’t let your guard down. Physical strength isn’t the only kind to account for—though many Midgardians have that in spades. You must also consider their intellect and their cunning, not to mention their experience. These are things a great warrior knows.
I like swords better. Loki likes magics enough for three people I let him take care of those things.
Well it’s not like I’m going to go fight Hel hounds in Muspelheim! It’s only Midgard. I’m plenty strong enough for that. I’m not going to go fight a herd of trolls all by myself! I don’t even have my sword here. I’m just having a bit of fun, I promise.
I know you like swords better, but if my memory serves me, you never actually needed one to get into heaps of trouble. Don’t think I’ve forgotten those times just because I seem old to you now.
What is ‘a bit of fun,’ exactly? Muspelheim isn’t the only dangerous realm in Yggdrasil. Midgard has a fair many perils of its own.
Good. I mean. Thank you, Kelda.
Well if I do what I want to surely older me shall understand and approve. Thor said I was great warrior just like my plans so why would I ever begrudge myself adventure?
Of course. Magic is like any weapon in that you must learn how to wield it wisely. It is best not to tamper with some things.
You are a great warrior. At least, you do become one, though I dare say you aren’t quite there yet. I shan’t prevent you from enjoying your youth, but I would advise a bit of discretion. There are some battles that are best fought only when one is truly prepared.
Well it must be a spell mustn’t it? I do not remember what caused it; last I recall I was going to bed and now I’m here on Midgard and everything is quite different from the stories and everyone is old.
But I suppose if it has been an eon that is to be expected.
Please don’t make me go back yet I want to have adventures on my own. I’m sure it shall merely wear off!
My dear, I wouldn’t change you back without your consent. Besides, tampering with the magic of another is tricky business, and I wouldn’t wish to cause you harm in the attempt.
As you’ve said, I’m sure the spell will wear off. Do be careful in your adventures, though. You wouldn’t want to do something the older you might regret.
I don’t seem to know anyone lately. Though there was a Kelda in my magics classes I think but I haven’t gone to those in ages and the girls don’t talk to me anymore.
Are you she? Everyone is old now it is very confusing.
So you do remember! And your memory serves you well; I am she, though it has been an eon and a half since I attended those lessons.
Perhaps it is less that we are old and more that you are quite young. What happened? This seems like the result of magic, but whose, I wonder?
Hello there! You’re Asgardian aren’t you? I’m Lady Sif, Uorsdottir.
Sif? Ah, yes, I am Asgardian. You are well met.
I must admit some surprise… Do you not recognize me at all? I am Kelda Stormborn.