Oh, what fools these mortals be!
Asleif, frankly, had had more than enough of being cooped up at the Avengers Mansion with not only her siblings, but that ridiculous red-haired mortal girl and the rest of the so-called "Young Avengers." And while they were not technically supposed to venture forth, when had she ever let that stop her before?
So, first using a simple spell to teleport herself outside, and then a second to adopt proper mortal guise (at least to the eyes of any weak-willed mortal), she had set about into the city.
Strange city, truly. Fascinating, in its own way. Very unlike the Golden Realm. Here, there were wretched lost souls amidst spires of glory and audacity. Contradictions everywhere she looked.
At a mortal shop, a mortal had asked if he could buy her something called "coffee." She had accepted, largely out of curiosity. He had been rather upset when she had walked away after excepting the drink, but a fiery gaze had sent him fleeing in the other direction, terrors conjured up in his mind enough to dispel any further conversation.
And so she sat and sipped, dipping briefly into mortal minds to scan their thoughts. Truly strange creatures.
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