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Cally sees Svava from where she sits doing her homework. Brightening, she gathers her things and walks over.

"Hello, Svava," she says with a smile.

Svava looks up from writing/doodling on a piece of paper, and smiles at Cally. "Oh! Good evening, how are you doing today?"

She motions for her to sit, if she likes.

"I'm well." She takes a seat across from Svava. "How are you?"

Now sitting across from Svava, Cally fully takes in what she is wearing. She blinks at it.

"Is that...what you wear in Asgard?" she asks, taking in the cloak, leather, and tunic.

She laughs quietly, and stands up so Cally can look over the clothes/armor. "Yes. You've just mostly seen me when I've been wearing something else, oddly enough."

And on the subject of odd clothing, the Lady waves at Svava and beams at her friend. She doesn't look terribly inclined to move.

Cally looks it over, greatly interested.

"Impressive," she says. "I guess you would need it...as a Valkyrie, yes?"

Grinning, "I guess the first time I saw you I just assumed all people in Asgard wore blue dresses. Well, the women at least."

She laughs, sitting back down. "No. That dress, its not even from my own world. Yrael got it for me for a Christmas gift, from his world."

"And yes... this is sort of a badge of office, I guess one could say?"

She smiles, and waves over to Ako.

She notices the lady Svava waves to, and smiles in her direction before turning back to Svava.

"A gift from another world! Impressive again." Her eyes are big with the possibilities of this place. And Cally thought world travel would be exciting!

Svava chuckles, and nods. "Though, a lot of people here are from other worlds. Its quite fun, to hear about where they're from, and what its like. Almost as good as traveling."

"I would think so. I'd say it's better than traveling. Takes less time to get from one place another, for one."

She fiddles absently with the bag by her side.

She tilts her head curiously. "You like traveling then? Or you want to, as well?"

"I do. Or rather, I would like to very much." She looks a little sad. "I'm afraid I haven't traveled much at all. But I think my major will change that. I'm majoring in International Relations," she says with a smile.

Svava blinks, fiddling with her cup of hot chocolate. "What... what sort of job does that do, exactly?"

The Valkyrie comes from a time when "International Relations" consists of raiding the next village down the shoreline on a monthly basis, and getting raided in return. With the ocassional summer trips to Gaul or Rhineland.

Cally blinks, remembering who she is talking to. This is the kind of stuff you need to be more sensitive to, she scolds herself, if you're going to be a diplomat.

"Well, some people with a degree in International Relations go as diplomats from country to country, emissaries from their country to others to discuss political type things. Some people use it to go into business. I hope to be a diplomat. Encourage better relations among countries, bring a little more peace to world, maybe." She chuckles at herself. "Although, that's rather idealistic of me to think."

"Less fighting, and more trading." She nods with a wry grin. "I understand that. Its a very good asperation."

Cally smiles. "Thank you."

She fiddles with her bookbag which seems to remind her of something.

Standing, she says, "I'm sorry! I've nearly forgotten I have homework to finish! It was nice seeing you again. Maybe next time you can tell me more about Asgard."

She grins, waves, and is gone.

A chuckle, and she waves after Cally.