Pillow Fights
I confront Atlanta again about treating me as my real age dictates, while we dine on the “Italian food” that she had delivered to us.
She gives me an unrepentant smirk, in return.
Now I think I know how Thor and his friends feel whenever I prank them in retaliation of something or another.
And it is not a pleasant feeling to be had, although it is not as deleterious as Sif and Hogun imply through their attitude towards me.
With that in mind, and seeking to return my own mood to something lighter, such as while we were playing “snake-and-ladder,” I animate her food using some illusion and telekinetic pull, startling her into coughing and dropping her eating utensils.
She gives me a look.
I give her my own unrepentant smirk, with relish.
I never expect to be greeted by a pillow to the face upon reentering her chamber from the kitchen where we dined, however.
She looks mischievous instead of angry, so I retaliate.
Triple the load, using my seiðr to pull the numerous pillows from her bed.
Most of which she surprisingly manages to dodge.
Well, it just makes things more interesting, does it not?
I grin.