[fowl, 001.]

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[Your window opens, pushed by a rather strong gust of wind. You ignore it for the sake of whatever it is you're doing up until a heavy feeling settles on your back like dull heat, prompting you to turn around to see a girl dressed in nothing but bandages.]

[She lifts a lazy hand and waves her fingers at you.]

Hi~♪

You look busy.

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Everyone's busy at some point in their lives.

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[Fowl twitches. Visibly. She doesn't bother to hide it, really.]

Oh.

[She could have sworn she followed the instructions passed to her precisely. Wasn't this where Loren was now? Okay, fine. Apparently not.]

Loki Liesmith, am I correct?

[Her voice dips to a low mutter.]

I've heard talk of you.

[forrade.livejournal.com]

[Who knows where this Loren is? Or who they even were? But here at the crossroads of worlds is where Loki finds this stranger, this alien being from a different realm - she smells faintly avian, and the way she moves makes him think of the rustling of feathers.]

Unfortunately, I haven't.

And who might this be, that I speak to? Certainly you're not one of the Vanir, or the Alfar - you feel... different.