every sky has its beauty, ( open )

[atwar]

Date & Time: Today and stuff
Location: Training Hall
Characters: Sif & you
Summary: Since the aftermath of her confrontation with Loki and Thor's intercession, Sif's temper has been running hot and fast, but with all the turmoil and adjustments she's had little chance to address it. Violence is therapeutic.
Warnings: Only an angry war goddess.

The glaive slices through the air with a razored whistle, sharp and precise. Each movement is a paragraph, each smooth ripple of powerful muscle beneath skin a phrase, words in the sweat that soaks her hair and clothes and shines in the light off her skin.

To the side, in a pile against the wall, are training dummies: broken, splintered, destroyed beyond any hope of manual repair. She gave up on using those hours ago. It might provide a challenge, to control her strength so her fist doesn't smash through synthetics and metal, but Sif is not here for a challenge.

She is here because the wrath inside her needs an outlet.

Comments

[justification]

Mami smiles, obviously pleased (if in a calm, composed way) that her offer was accepted. She hasn't yet transformed; Mami had meant to once she had entered the Training Hall, but Sif had distracted her.

"I'm sure you know what you're doing, but I wouldn't say it's needless."

Her own eyes are friendly enough when they meet Sif's own, and yet flat - far more inscrutable than any child's gaze ought to be. There's a glimmer of interest and a certain bright intelligence, but nothing else.

"Working off some excess anger, was it?"

[atwar]

Sif would need to expend five times the amount of energy she has in this past hour to run herself down. The child's gaze does not discomfit her - she knows little of mortals, less of their children, and her own childhood was tempered by the centuries it spanned.

"Working off something," she agrees. "And you must be here for training, and yet I see no weapon."

[justification]

She nods, as if accepting that answer at face value, then smiles again at Sif's comment. The look in her eyes sharpens a little, but otherwise doesn't change.

"Ah, you caught me! I certainly don't look the part of a fighter, huh? I can show you, if you'd like, but I feel like I ought to ask your opinion on magic first."