Amelia tries not to walk too quickly for Jane. It's in her nature to match the pace of her companion, so it will only take an awkward moment or two for them to find a comfortable pace for them both. The rogue doesn't mind slowing down, especially when it means there's more time to admire Asvera around them.
She watches the other woman closely as she speaks of Asgard, wishing once more that she'd been able to see it. It's an impossible thing, of course, which is why she relegates it to a wish in her mind. There are other realms to explore, even more of this current one, but to see where her people (her people) came from is a dream she won't ever be able to let go of. Those who remember it speak with such reverence, and she only hopes she can offer it proper respect whenever she speaks of it in the future.
"A magic of some sort, I would assume." Her smiles warms. "Thor and a few others have described it to me, but I love to hear about it from everyone I can. Each person tells their own story of it, and they're all beautiful." They all help her paint a more complete picture of it in her mind, too. She appreciates it more than she could possibly explain.
Without much thought to it, the rogue stops by one of the stands of drying herbs, fingers reaching out to trace the air in front of their latest harvest. "All of this is very different from what Asgard was, but we're not trying to recapture it when the realms aren't anywhere near the same. Thor has made this a true home for everyone, though, and it's become more as we set roots and grow here." The corner of her lips tug up into a smirk as she turns back to Jane with a slightly conspiratorial look on her face. "Even if it means having to do things like paperwork or visits to other heads of state from time to time."
It's one of the few things Amelia truly doesn't mind. Organizing and running things was always easy for her, and that she can help Thor find his balance so he can be the figurehead Asvera needs without giving too much of his time to it is a true joy in her life.
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She watches the other woman closely as she speaks of Asgard, wishing once more that she'd been able to see it. It's an impossible thing, of course, which is why she relegates it to a wish in her mind. There are other realms to explore, even more of this current one, but to see where her people (her people) came from is a dream she won't ever be able to let go of. Those who remember it speak with such reverence, and she only hopes she can offer it proper respect whenever she speaks of it in the future.
"A magic of some sort, I would assume." Her smiles warms. "Thor and a few others have described it to me, but I love to hear about it from everyone I can. Each person tells their own story of it, and they're all beautiful." They all help her paint a more complete picture of it in her mind, too. She appreciates it more than she could possibly explain.
Without much thought to it, the rogue stops by one of the stands of drying herbs, fingers reaching out to trace the air in front of their latest harvest. "All of this is very different from what Asgard was, but we're not trying to recapture it when the realms aren't anywhere near the same. Thor has made this a true home for everyone, though, and it's become more as we set roots and grow here." The corner of her lips tug up into a smirk as she turns back to Jane with a slightly conspiratorial look on her face. "Even if it means having to do things like paperwork or visits to other heads of state from time to time."
It's one of the few things Amelia truly doesn't mind. Organizing and running things was always easy for her, and that she can help Thor find his balance so he can be the figurehead Asvera needs without giving too much of his time to it is a true joy in her life.