The black lady

part 1.13

After the whole tesseract mullarkey the group continued, only to be stopped by another commotion at the entrance – though this time one NOT involving the rag tag group of avengers.

"Hey you stop!" the commotion had started.

"Hey! No stop! This is requited accesses!"

"Someone stops her!"

The group couldn't see the person causing the chaos, only a flash of golden locks as they, whoever it was weaved in and out of the agents and security trying to block their path. As well as the flashed a breeze slowly wafted through the usually air-conned building, the scent of spring riding the air – of green grass, and newly bloomed flowers floating on the springtime breeze.

Cecilia paused her steps, a small smile growing on her face as the figure approached.

"My Mone" the blonde stopped before the black dressed lady.

"Little flower" Cecilia responded.

"Downton you know this chick?" questioned stark, staring with confusion at the two women, while halting the guards.

Cecilia didn't respond her attention on the maiden before her, "Eostre?" the voice of Thor muttered in disbelief. The women before them had golden blonde lock that fell in tassel's, a band of flowers wrapped around her head, woven into small plates fell down her black. Her skin a golden tan, yet features was a mirror image to the veiled covered face of the lady and her eyes were a vivid green – the different pecks of green floating in the hues, all the green hues you could associate with spring rolled into one. She wore pale tie-dyed dress that cut off just above her knees – with no shoes to be seen on her feet. If their lady had stepped out of the Victorina era then the stranger had stepped out of the 80s. If our lady was the night, the women before them was the sun.

"Brigid," she introduced herself with a small curtsy. "We felt the power, had to see the carnage– my moon" the women Brigid spoke airily, her voice soft yet had the same posh British accent with the tang of something else – something older.

"Bri, little flower, you will ruin my game" Cecilia couldn't help the pout on her voice as she stared at her younger sister.

"Sorry, you old crone! But you can't keep all the fun to yourself. You know I enjoy meeting old friends" Brigid laughed, her eyes glittering with unseen sunshine whilst winking at the two gods. Those eyes had widened with disbelief and recognition.

"who are you called an old crone" Cecilia chastised, "I am be older, but your just as old as my sister"

"Sister!" the collective gasp exclaimed.

"Now, what really brings you to this city?"

Brigid, let out an airily laugh rocking on her bare feet., "i should have known I couldn't fool you sister. Mone, Faina has flown the nest and learning to spread her wings before learning to fly. We are worried"

Ceclia nodded, deep in thought, "I shall visit to remind a birdy of her roots."

"They hoped you would for our scrying has been unsuccessful. She is bright in the arts, we do not wish for her to forget the ways" Brigid turned on her heels before pausing as if remembering something, "oh, and the raven flown to the sky's askes for herds and words. Pleasure to see you prince Thor, prince Loki"

Brigid turned on her heels, the spring time breeze intensifying.

"It cannot be!" Thor muttered finally breaking from his shook – taking a first step forward only to pause having completely lost sight of the blonde hippy who seems to vanished in thin air. "She called you Mone..." his voice drifted off, before taking a glance at the narrowed glaze of Loki.