
Not only did she learn he was very old, but that he spent time in taverns. She found her smile growing as he laughed. “I wish I were a possum, but then I fear all would eat me, so I retract my wish- no, I am not a possum.” She held a conversation with herself in that sentence, huffing a smile, pale slender hands reached for him, “Come up with me, I shall pull you up.” There were a network of walkways embedded through out the forest, it was far more safer to travel above than it was below.“Neither,” he quipped, stepping forward closer to her upside down form with a slightly bigger, more cheeky grin. “I do not recall where I heard it, but I know the woman’s name was Rapunzel and I remember I heard it in some tavern. You cannot expect me to remember where, though. I’m so bloody old, you’re lucky I remember what I ate for breakfast.” Loki gave a short little laugh before he cocked his head sharply to the side, eyes still locked with hers. “Are you a possum?”
“The shire! I dream the day I can be humored by such folk, I have heard of them in stories–” she gestured their height...
“Last question first,” he began with a smile of his own. “The Shire. ‘Tis where those Hobbits live. It’s a vast land of...