-Acquisition-
She did not remember acquiring this.
The giantess stood in her too-small kitchen, masses of groceries only partially unpacked and stored away in their proper places. It had been her weekly pilgrimage tot he store for food, and she had managed to come across this thing in her unpacking. A marble? How odd. She had not seen the thing before. Had it fallen in the bag at some point? Most likely... but who had dropped such a thing? And in her grocery bag, of all places?
It was a small thing, pinched in between her thumb and forefinger as it was. Truth be told, she would have missed the object completely if it hadn't managed to roll out of the bag and onto her counter. Huh. Odd. Oh well. Things sometimes had a way of finding their way into unusual places- a fact she knew well enough from her time adventuring along the windswept mountain peaks of her homeland. No matter. It was just a pretty little bauble, though ultimately worthless. Perhaps the neighbor's children would enjoy having the little glass thing to play with. They were at that age where such things provided the with such entertainment.
Letting the marble set down on her counter with a small clink, Ylva temporarily forgot about the object as she busied herself with finishing unloading the rest of her groceries.
When she finished with her task, she found the marble to be gone.
The Norn frowned. Where had it vanished to? It hadn't fallen- she'd have heard that. Glass objects falling on tile rarely made a quiet sound. But the counter was clear of any marbles- with a kitchen kept in such a spartan state of cleanliness, any out of place object would be noticed in an instant. So where in the name of the bear spirit had it gone?
An irritated "harumph" accompanied the Norn woman as she knelt to all fours to scour the floor for the damned marble. A quick scouring of the floor and underneath the counters turned up a negative for the marble. Sitting back on her haunches, Ylva let out another huff of annoyance, her eyes gazed around the kitchen as she tried to reason out where it had rolled off to.
And found herself matching gazes with a small child.
By all accounts, Ylva should have screamed. She should have flown into a panic or a frenzy or... something. But she did not. One who wrestled bears and fought frost giants was not one to scream easily. Besides, here in Gaia children had a habit of popping out of the most inane places. After all, her neighbor had no less than seven children, all of which came from someplace different.
This one came from the marble, didn't he? Lovely...
