Owner	Pose
Thor	Sometimes it's better to get away. To clear one's head one must be first free from all outside distractions. One of those small islands never tracked or traced, even in todays age where all has been said and done before, as it's too far out in the ocean and too small to otherwise be noticed. Far enough out, in fact that the little land mass is naught more than barren rock, the ravages of the unending storms leaving no chance or trace for anything to remain other than the well worn rock, polished by the elements. The storms are strangely silent today. The, maybe, mile and a half of forgotten land in the endless watery wastes is, for what may be the first time, calm. Looking to the shore one may see the reason why. A man stands, the storms bending round the area where he does so, the very elements working to his very will... ... and so Thor Odinson stands. Alone and uninterrupted in his thoughts.
Sassa	It is, a thing to be enjoyed. Silence. Solace. The ability to be lost in ones own mind, lost in ones thoughts, thinking, working them out to find answers. Sassa, gets this from her most cherished ability and power, the ability of flight. To Fly, above the clouds to see the sunrise or sunset when ever you wish. To look down and see the clouds churn and turn below and to watch the storms pass, it is something that she adores.     Today, is no different from any other, Sassa does as she has before and takes to the sky for some alone time, and self reflection. However, today is different from the normal, as the very storms themselves, the elements, bend about a small patch of land in the ocean. Now, most would not see this, nor notice, but with great eyes and a lot of altitude, Sassa can see it. She can see the man, and she can see the elements bend to him and she can't help but question, but to think to herself, /Is that..Thor?/ Being the curious sort she is, even at her age, she's not one to not at least get a closer look. Sure enough though, it is indeed Thor Odinson, standing alone, out here in the nothing.     Should she interupt him? Hmm, maybe he needs help? "My Lord Thor!" she shouts out, as she slowly brings herself down to a steady hover, a few feet above the tops of the churing waves and a dozen feet from the shoreline. Her accent, is old, speaking to someone born and raised in a different culture from a long, long time ago. Though, the modern day equivalent would be Swedish.     "Are you well my Lord?"
Thor	At first he doesn't turn. Keeping his face immobile at the word when it comes. A betraying flinch passes unseen as it comes a second time. Hidden by keeping his back to the words. He takes an unheard breath and clears the thought of such fealty as well as his own thoughts and feelings on the same from his mind. It is ony when he has temeperd himself that he turns. When he sees the face that matches the voice he says, "Well met. Sassa, is it not?" The eyes can see, the ears can hear... the mind can do any number of things including betray the senses. He takes a step closer, the cruch of the gritty gravel that passes for sand on this shore crunches underfoot. "I didn't realise the isle was taken. There was no intention on my part to intrude." It's half in jest, aye, but it allows him the freedom to speak, converse and entirely disengage from answering the question. It saves a lot of breath and air to let him say that, in all honesty, he doesn't know how he fares. One of the many things he went away to think about.
Sassa	Sassa blinks a few times as she watches, intently. Confused and yet still curious, he didn't answer her question. She takes a moment and then decides to slowly float down to the shore line, her black leather boots hitting first and perhaps not being the best thing for sand, she still manages to walk in them without issue.     She nods, "It is.." and adds a warm smile to the response. "Oh, it isn't I was just out.." she adds as she gives the man a look over. "Are you ok?" she asks of her Idol, a man she very clearly sees as a literal god.
Thor	Thor smiles warmly. At least his memory is not as clouded as he feared it was. "Am I not a picture of health? As I do hope my visage does not portray one more sickly than I am." So physically he's fine. He even changes his stance from something more casual, to commanding all those muscle groups, synchronising them to extend himself to his fullest height. Still not a straight answer. As a malady of the body is not a malady of the mind or vice versa. "Is it the winds of fate that have brought you to me... or is it a mere social call?" Thor asks. Better to ask a question rather than avoid an aswer to one asked. As failure is as inevitable as the dawning of the next day. Not that he'd know. The sun isn't in his portfolio.
Sassa	Sassa can't help it, something is wrong with Thor and she can see it, he can feel it, at least she thinks she does. Woman's intuition and all that at any rate, not failed her all that often in the past. She takes a few more steps forward and places her hands together at her stomach. "My lord.." pause, beat, "You look well and normal this is true..." and there's almost a but, but she lets it go with a sigh. To the second question asked, "Well, had I not been in flight and seen you, then I wouldn't be here. So, perhaps it's fate?" she asks of him.
Thor	Thor manages to avoid reacting to that word. There's nothing left in him to deal with the unspoken counter. He sighs, "Aye. Melancholy has weighed down upon my spirit..." He admits. "... it will pass." He says it some confidence and certainty... more than he believes inside. Regardless... time shall tell. Moving from her unspoken question to her asked one... "I... would like to believe so. It is appreciated be it fate or otherwise that brought us together this day." There's a little more warmth and a lot more recovery to the smile.
Sassa	Sassa takes a few more steps forward and as she does, there's a distinct look of concern on her face for Thor. "If it does not?" she asks, pausing a moment to think what to say next. "What can I do to assist you?" she adds, and it's a very serious question. She's concerned, and to her, Thor is a literal god among men and she was raised on the Norse religion, so if he asks of her, her answer will always be yes and it shows.     Sassa smiles back herself and nods, "Fate it is then as you say.." she replies with yet another smile. "Again though, is there anything I can do for you? Simply ask it of me and I'll see to it."
Sassa	Sassa, is also out and about but not in the type of dress that speaks to her belonging in this area. No, quite the contrary, she's dressed in grey's and blacks and in clothing that speaks to some small amount of money. A long sleeved grey turtleneck is tucked in to a pair of black slacks, they being boot cut and hanging over the tops of a pair of black leather boots that clip-clop as she walks. Despite the crime rate in the area, and her level of /I have money/ dress, she walks with a confidence that screams to a complete lack of fear of where she is and the people that could want to do her. For now, she only gives Buttercup a quick look as she nears her, walking the other direction on the same sidewalk.
Sassa	Sassa says, ":points at the Mirror for Ares to look in to."