Moon Ra

Chapter 9 Time of Rest

"Don't bring that thing near me!" Skye growled as she leaped up on top of the wardrobe in her room. "But miss! A lady must always wear a corset!" a maid said as she and several others tried to coax Skye down. "Never!!" she yelled as she jumped down, threatening the maids with a knife. "Why in heaven's name does fashion bring death in the name of beauty," she stated after forcing them out of her chambers. Skye huffed as she buried her face into a pillow on her bed, she was still drowsy from the sleeping draft. She needed a moment of peace. After putting on her favorite silver armor, she went outside to the stables. "Good morning, my Lady," the stable boy greeted. "Hello Johnny," she said back. The young, adorable brunette teen smiled in confusion. "Y-you know my name?" he asked and stopped in his tracks. "Why yes, I do. I heard that you love to bake, maybe one day I might get try your food?" she asked, her stomach growling. "Wel...well why not now!?" he eagerly asked, he produced a small, golden, flaky, and crispy pie from his bag. She didn't want to take the young lads food, but her stomach protested louder. "Take it, please. It will make me overjoyed to have you try it," he said. She took a bite and her eyes twinkled brighter with every single bite. "Well I'll be darned, that is amazing! You should sell them," she exclaimed. He laughed sheepishly, "I'm only a stable boy, I could nev..." before he got a chance to talk himself down further, she silenced him, "I will help you sell them. Grab your things, and let's make food for an army. I can't cook so someone's gotta teach me!"

Skye squealed in surprise when the bag of flower exploded all over her making her sneeze. "My Lady-" Johnny saw the mess she was in and started laughing. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "Hello, Skye," Frigga said laughing as she saw the hurricane of snow covering Skye. "I can't bake," Skye burst out laughing. "I can see that, here," Frigga said, getting a wet cloth and rubbing the flower off Skye's and Jonny's face. "Do you know of Loki's whereabouts?" Frigga asked. "Loki is in the library," Skye reported with a confidant grin. Frigga nodded and thanked her with a smile.

All the servants of the castle smelled the sickly comforting scent of apple pies, and all the wonderful dainties apples can make, "Come and buy these wonderful delights to bring home to your family, made by Johnny!" Skye said with joy. The pies sold like hot johnnycakes, and the stable boy was later promoted to co-chef.

On her way back to her room, she was pulled aside by Frigga, "My dear, you seemed stressed this morning. Come with me, I know just the thing we need." Frigga led Skye to the royal gardens. "Gardening is how I relieve my stress," the golden queen said, smelling the roses. "I never gardened before, I prefer Blacksmithin-," Skye was cut off by Frigga. "No, no, no that is not at all ladylike," she corrected. "I am not a lady, to begin with," Skye mumbled with remorse. "Excuse me," Skye said and ran into the city to find a smithy before Frigga even had a chance to turn around. Ladylike my tail, she has no right to tell me what I can or cannot do she thought. Reaching a booth, she asked, "Sir, may I acquire the use your shop for a few hours? I brought my tools and ore." He agreed to it, and she set to work.

"Where is Skye?" Odin asked his wife. "She is in a smithy...relaxing," Frigga said with disdain. Odin got up from his chair and went to find Skye, all the while reading the Book of Light she had given him. He followed the sound of hammering and billows and found her covered in dust, her skin was black from the coal. "Hello, your majesty," Skye greeted, holding up a beautiful breastplate into the now dimming light. "All done," she proclaimed. She had made three suits of armor, the breastplate she held in her hands had been fitted the tastes of Loki, and the rest for Thor and Odin himself. "My, my, you have been busy, young Lady. May I see your work?" he asked. She fitted him with a brown and gold suit of armor that fit him just right. "This can fit under your robes, and it can turn into a ring or a box," she said. She touched the breastplate, making the metal ripple and turn into a ring in her hand. She placed it in his palm. "You are gifted in your craft," Odin said in delight, admiring the ring in the light if the furnace. "If this is how you relax, you should relax more," Odin stated, and they both laughed.

"By Odin's beard!?" all the people in the room exclaimed as the suit and coal covered woman walked in. Loki nearly fell out of his chair when he saw how filthy she was. "What happened to you?!" he fumed. "I was relaxing," she sassed him and walked to her room. "She's a woman, a stubborn woman at that," Thor said to his brother.

Odin has been telling me about the visions he was having about this place and a white-haired maiden, Skywalker thought as she sat down next to Odin. She noted to herself to be careful not to break the old, but fragile friendship they once had between them. She had given him his throne and wife. "She's here," Odin said. Skye entered the room, and Skywalker looked up to see a red-headed child that looked a lot like herself when she was younger. "So you are the woman who tried to destroy Asgard, are you not?" she questioned the woman with burnt hands. "I beg your pardon?" Skye asked, completely unaware of the situation, making Skywalker chuckle. "Come," Skywalker said patting the chair next to her. "Come on, sit with us, my dear," she ordered playfully, smiling as the woman obeyed. She looks and acts exactly as I do, Skywalker observed. Loki entered the chamber looking rather peeved and stressed, he seemed to the Being that he was frantically looking for something. Skywalker turned to look where Skye had been sitting. She was no longer there, she had slipped quietly out of the window. She's avoiding him, how adorable she hummed in response to her thoughts.

"Hello, Loki, my how you've grown!" Skywalker gushed. "Thank you my lady?" he replied, confused. "Where is Skye, she's been avoiding me all day," he asked. She thought deeply at his question. "She's in love. Can you not see?" Skywalker answered. Both Odin and Loki looked at her like she had lost her right mind. "She's avoiding you because you are the one she has fallen for," Skywalker answered their silent question again. "Why me.." she heard Loki murmur. "You will find out why. Give her time. She's afraid that you will hate her for it," she answered again. "Hurry now darling, she's about to be proposed to~" Skywalker teased. Loki ran as if his robes were on fire. "Young love," Skywalker said, sighing. "You always did know one's heart, my Lady," Odin said laughing. "I'm the Queen of the Universe after all," she chuckled.