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On Tour in New York
May. 29th, 2012 04:36 pmThere were no fire poi performances scheduled for that afternoon so Mia had some time to herself. She had only just finished her last act and was hiding her costume under a thick jacket, she was yet to remove her heavy eye make up. The pace of life on Earth was so fast, especially in the cities, she had become painfully aware of time here. She had experienced more in roughly two centuries on Midgard than she had in a millennium on Muspellheim.
Mia had traveled with carnivals before but never stayed with any one for more than six months. There was the danger that she would get comfortable and she could not afford to stay in densely populated living conditions in the long term. If something were to catch fire, she would endanger those around her. At least she had secured a trailer of her own, she could not have a roommate see her in her true form while she slept. She pushed these worrying thoughts aside, focusing instead on the light breeze that tossed her hair about. She had not been here since the 1920s. A lot had changed in that time, save for a few iconic landmarks. She was surprised to see how well the city had recovered after the 'extraterrestrial attacks'.
Tucked under Mia's arm was a newspaper, she glances down at it. Although it had been some months since the attacks had ended, the aftereffects were still making headlines. Something about the news reports bothered her. She could not recognise the race of creatures involved in the invasion but other images were familiar. The 'superhero' known as Thor was certainly Asgard's Prince, though she had never met any of the royal Aesir in person. She had not even set foot on Asgard, considering the Aesir were at odds with all Jotnar. Their harsh judgements were largely unfounded, her people had not even expressed an interest in Midgard as their frost kin once had.
She scolds herself for falling into the old habit of calling Earth 'Midgard', next she would be calling the humans 'mortals' again. For years she had been living as though she were human, away from the politics of Yggdrasil. These events had disrupted her plans, she hoped that Earth would remain neutral.
As these thoughts churn in her mind, Mia finds herself nearly walking into a streetlamp. She swerves to avoid it and bumps into a man, passing by. Her newspaper falls to the ground, and the sheets start unraveling in the wind. "I am so sorry," she stammers, avoiding eye contact as her freckled cheeks flush scarlet. This was uncharacteristically clumsy of someone who professed to be a dancer.
Mia had traveled with carnivals before but never stayed with any one for more than six months. There was the danger that she would get comfortable and she could not afford to stay in densely populated living conditions in the long term. If something were to catch fire, she would endanger those around her. At least she had secured a trailer of her own, she could not have a roommate see her in her true form while she slept. She pushed these worrying thoughts aside, focusing instead on the light breeze that tossed her hair about. She had not been here since the 1920s. A lot had changed in that time, save for a few iconic landmarks. She was surprised to see how well the city had recovered after the 'extraterrestrial attacks'.
Tucked under Mia's arm was a newspaper, she glances down at it. Although it had been some months since the attacks had ended, the aftereffects were still making headlines. Something about the news reports bothered her. She could not recognise the race of creatures involved in the invasion but other images were familiar. The 'superhero' known as Thor was certainly Asgard's Prince, though she had never met any of the royal Aesir in person. She had not even set foot on Asgard, considering the Aesir were at odds with all Jotnar. Their harsh judgements were largely unfounded, her people had not even expressed an interest in Midgard as their frost kin once had.
She scolds herself for falling into the old habit of calling Earth 'Midgard', next she would be calling the humans 'mortals' again. For years she had been living as though she were human, away from the politics of Yggdrasil. These events had disrupted her plans, she hoped that Earth would remain neutral.
As these thoughts churn in her mind, Mia finds herself nearly walking into a streetlamp. She swerves to avoid it and bumps into a man, passing by. Her newspaper falls to the ground, and the sheets start unraveling in the wind. "I am so sorry," she stammers, avoiding eye contact as her freckled cheeks flush scarlet. This was uncharacteristically clumsy of someone who professed to be a dancer.
