[Though it had been several hours, Loki had remained patient; it was always a merit of his character to be so, and after all, what's three hours to a god that had lived over a thousand years?
The Aesir sits in a nearby chair, currently unaware that he's being watched. Not that it matters, as he's not doing anything of particular interest -- merely casting illusion spells (a showman's craft, nothing more, but still something to pass the time) with small gestures of his hands. Green, wisp-like energy forms in the space in front of him, creating various shapes -- snakes, palaces, lightning -- strange imagery seemingly disconnected.
(But connected enough if you know the man.)
The spells cast a light green glow in the room as they flicker and fluctuate, but that's the extent of anything exciting going on in the house.]
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The Aesir sits in a nearby chair, currently unaware that he's being watched. Not that it matters, as he's not doing anything of particular interest -- merely casting illusion spells (a showman's craft, nothing more, but still something to pass the time) with small gestures of his hands. Green, wisp-like energy forms in the space in front of him, creating various shapes -- snakes, palaces, lightning -- strange imagery seemingly disconnected.
(But connected enough if you know the man.)
The spells cast a light green glow in the room as they flicker and fluctuate, but that's the extent of anything exciting going on in the house.]