Chapter Fourteen
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For every creature the most important day of their entire life is the day they are born. It is when they finally come into the light of day from their mother's womb with which they were created and raised for several months, each being has a different gestation period in equine beings it is eleven months, in birds me.
But the Midgardians and the Gods had one thing in common and it was the same body only in the Gods it was better because it regenerated itself or was more muscular than the most industrious man in the Midgardian village. But they also had in common that a woman carried a child in her womb for nine months, sometimes the birth was sooner, as early as the eighth month and sometimes later.
But it was always nine months. So Lady Sif finally gave birth to a baby girl after nine months.
Thrud
That was her name
The little girl liked to cause trouble from the very beginning, but also showed courage and a desire to learn about the world, she was so small and so cute in Leah's golden eyes, each time she discreetly gave her a toy formed from the sand of faith. She pampered her so no one could see and spoilt her more than the previous sons Thor and Sif
Magni and Brodi
She liked them, but Thrud was the first girl in all three siblings. And the last, because Thor and Sif don't want any more children, either it was Sif who did the damage or Odin forbade it Lea didn't know, but she didn't delve into it more than necessary
It's not that she wasn't curious, because she was. But she felt that delving too deeply into the subject could be uncomfortable for both parties, it was already enough that she had long elf-like ears which heralded the fact that she had better hearing than the rest of the Asgard natives, so she was doomed to hear everything she didn't need to. But she's used to it enough by now to ignore it all.
- Ramirez replace the flowers, Light get more honey - orders fell from her raspberry lips like arrows shot from the bow of the best archer in Asgard if there was one. As always, she levitated above the ground constantly moving without even standing still only pointing at her lightlings she was thinking of and giving them the tasks they had to perform.
These merely nodded their heads and flew to perform it
She had no words to contradict them
Even if they were tired
The task must be done
Vigilant pink eyes full of magic in themselves watched from the corner the woman who was so absorbed in her work that she did not even notice him sitting in the corner with a book and a pint of sweet honey beside him, his back resting against the table top as he sat with his back to the table, his legs crossed in front of him and his elbow supporting his balance so that he did not collapse on the ground and the other raised high with the book he wanted to read and yet the golden woman was more interesting
Than this book
He couldn't concentrate on the content of the book through the constant conversations in the dining room, through the orders Leah was giving her skylights maybe she was trying to be quiet however he could also hear her thoughts of the many creatures around him wasn't allowing him to concentrate
It was annoying
He looked again at the text of the book however he quickly went back to observing her thoughts were particularly loud as if Heimdall's mind had particularly loudened the thoughts to be able to hear them
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