Gaze shifting to the boulder, he walks past Wanda to assess her progress, the pelting snow doing little to disturb his carriage. The cuts aren't smooth, their paths aborted out of a fear to commit like the jagged lines of a neophytic artist. Loki flattens his palm to the stone, tracing the curve of the figure's neck to its would-be beak. The bastardized power of the scepter lingers in every crevice, inoculating the rock with its signature.
A small frown creases his expression. ]
Where is the stone now?
[ Most might suspect foul motive for asking -- not without due reason -- but he doesn't sound invested. A muted sort of troubled, perhaps. ]
no subject
[ Said matter-of-factually.
Gaze shifting to the boulder, he walks past Wanda to assess her progress, the pelting snow doing little to disturb his carriage. The cuts aren't smooth, their paths aborted out of a fear to commit like the jagged lines of a neophytic artist. Loki flattens his palm to the stone, tracing the curve of the figure's neck to its would-be beak. The bastardized power of the scepter lingers in every crevice, inoculating the rock with its signature.
A small frown creases his expression. ]
Where is the stone now?
[ Most might suspect foul motive for asking -- not without due reason -- but he doesn't sound invested. A muted sort of troubled, perhaps. ]