“How are you feeling, little magician?” Loki asked, tilting his head. “You look as if you do not feel well.”
Juniper peered out the window, debating how she should approach how she felt. For the past few days, she has felt on edge, for no apparent reason. She didn’t feel in danger, she wasn’t homesick. She just felt – off.
His gaze was focused on her, and unrelenting. She didn’t know how to articulate her exact feelings, but she didn’t want to give him no answer. So instead she sighed.
“I don’t really know Loki. I just feel…. who knows.” she shrugs, watching the rain drops race against the glass of the window.
Slender fingers moved to brush through blonde waves. He hummed. “You must be sensing the pre-storm.” he mused. “It happens for a few days before a very big storm hits. The atmosphere changes and very few can feel it. Your empathy must give you a kind of antenna.” Loki explained, moving to sit across from her.
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