Vincent had accepted his brother's invitation to a local cafe they frequented, but something had begun pricking at his mind as they came within a few hundred yards of it. There was a mage of considerable talent present, but that wasn't what bothered him.
It was almost certainly an Asgardian, and familiar beyond that as well.
Could she be here?
His pace quicked a bit as they entered the shop, trying not to betray his curiosity to Kristoff. A glance around the cafe and he couldn't help but pinpoint the source. No... not his mother, but a young woman carrying herself in much the same manner, in regal Asgardian garb.
A very attractive young woman, a bit older than him, but that had never stopped him before, on a few memorable occasions. He raised a hand to signal for his brother to stay back, while he retrieved something sinfully tasty and encrusted with chocolate from the desert case.
He approached the young woman and set the plate on her table, using that motion to bow discretely, lowering his voice. "What brings such a woman of obvious beauty and power to Midgard?"
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