Isi/Two weeks later
As Katarina finishes speaking, I wander over to a tree and tug my skirt down before sitting. Mulling over the past two weeks, I absently wrap and unwrap the handle on my scale. Surprisingly enough, the three days of torture had gone pretty well. Isaac had stayed with me during the nights, and I had drunk enough alcohol each morning to guarantee that I felt almost no pain. After the three days passed, I drank as much salt water and took as many salt-water baths as I could. The pain was still there, and even though I kept myself medicated on liquor and baths, there really wasn't much I could do. After I had threatened Tahl not to tell anyone that I had caused the earthquake, she had apparently told her brother about my threatening her, so now Jorah and I were at odds. Great. Two weeks in, and you already have more enemies than you can count. Although I had made it my plan to get kicked out as soon as possible, now the thing that I wanted most badly was to stay here. If I go back home, Thor would soon realize that something is very wrong with me.
I check my reflection on my scale to make sure that all of my makeup is in place. The scale had been honed into a knife blade, and though it was tiny, it was easily concealed against my tail, and good protection if I ever needed it. At least you can fight underwater. All of these people with weapons knowledge and threatening powers and I couldn't even sing. But that was my choice. I rub my forehead, trying to get rid of my migrane, but only succeeding in making it worse. Why had I mentioned my singing? It's not like I could control anyone with it anymore, although I still had a beautiful voice. I sigh at my foolishness and lay my head back against the tree to try and get some rest. I hadn't been eating or sleeping well, and my annoying roommate didn't help.
"What's that, in your hand?" Speak of the devil, and she will appear.
I open my eyes and smile weakly at Amandine. "It's my scale."
Her brow furrows. "Your... scale?"
"Yes. It's been sharpened into a knife, and I can fight with it underwater. It's also a good mirror to look at yourself."
She nods, looking slightly scared, but more at ease. I had convinced her to come back and sleep in my- our- room, and with a few smiles and nods of my head, she was convinced that we were friends. I had explained some things to her, but she still annoyed the hell out of me. But what choice did I have? I couldn't go back to Asgard- I might be expected to help with the war, and not on the side I wanted to.
"They want you to come back." I open my eyes again to look at Amandine and sigh, pushing off and wincing at the pain that came with walking nowadays. Time for more alcohol.
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