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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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The goddess allowed the girl to rest against her; all the while, she stroked her blonde hair, as Torunn seemed to be at peace within her arms. These nineteen years of simply raising her proved that Lochila cherished the blonde, through-and-through; that regardless of not being related to her, showed that Lochila continued to love her adoptive family, especially Torunn. In a way, she almost wanted to thank the God of Thunder for giving this punishment to her, and to know that the goddess should not become so dependent upon others, especially Loki. This was a new path for her, and a good start towards walking with independence. She can make her own decisions now, and act on where her heart lies. At this point, it was the girl in her arms. 

Hearing Torunn speak of her love, the black-haired woman looked down to meet her gaze, and give her an acknowledging smile. [color=00a651]"And I, you"[/color], she said, softly and motherly as ever, just as she began to stroke the girl's bare arms, gently. It was moments like these that would always remind Lochila of how close she and Torunn have gotten after these many years. She then looked at the window, the moment Torunn did, and continued to stroke the blonde's arm. [color=00a651]"Indeed, it did"[/color], she agreed, before going into thought. How was she going to explain this to her? A nineteen year-old girl, who grew up under the wisdom of Earth? A girl who just discovered the pre-tension of having abilities that were not of the human world? 

It might happen again, right after the light incident, and if it does, Torunn would demand an explanation from her. The black-haired woman didn't want to act like a coward, and keep it in. So, she decided that she was going to explain it to her tomorrow. No more lies; no more spells. She was going to look at her in the eye, and tell her what exactly was going on. She wasn't her brother; not in the very least. So, around seven-thirty the next morning, she got herself ready, and waited for Torunn in the front room; perhaps take her out for coffee, and take a walk through Central Park.