Last spark from the ashes

"New?" Loki's lips curl into a smirk. "Not by a long shot, but rarely used."

She spreads her arms wide and does a brief spin, light skirts and shawls flying out around her. "I've had both male and female forms since I was a child about the age of little Una in the tree there." She gestures back at the girl eating apples, then pauses and gives her a wave, as if to make sure she knows she's only being spoken of in kind terms. There's a little giggle and a wave in return, and then Loki returns her attention to Blaze and Ghost.

"You look remarkably none the worse for wear," she tells Blaze, then, though she knows looks may be deceiving.

"Did you ever get back to that tree we passed on the way back?" She asks Ghost. "I've been...otherwise occupied. With the children. With Thor. With general weariness.