Nefer was pondering her molten creation, when an unusually-loud squeak distracted her. She looked around, and saw the wimpy giant staring at her in horror; she wondered what his problem was —he'd already seen her use magic before.
“It was a trick, but yer reaction to this mage’s display told me more about ye than any mind game I could play. Baldr’s twin is actually Hodr, that little twister was the best ah could come up with. We’ve already had to fight one giant today, ah figured it’d be wise to get yer measure while ye were lurking near mah kin. Trust is hard to come by in these lands.”
Oh. So that was what Sigmar was doing with his trivia question. It struck her as a little asinine; worshipping the same Gods never stopped men from turning on each other —why would it make any more of a difference for a giant?
"What are you trying to accomplish over there? It looks quite interesting."
"Exactly what it looks like" she muttered a bit snappishly in reply, annoyed at the further distraction, not caring if the asker really heard her answer or not.
She then pondered her creation for a few more moments. She gave a slight wave of her hand, and the 'sword' swept through the air a bit in response. Hmm... it was interesting, if probably not very practical. Still, it was another skill in her repertoire, and that couldn't be a bad thing. Satisfied, she collapsed the flaming blade back into the nonexistence from whence she'd summoned it with a dismissive gesture.
A moment later, an elbow nudged her in the side. She reflexively shied away from the contact, and a loud, angry hiss issued from Wadjys' pouch —which Sigmar's elbow had bumped in his gesture.
Relax. He was just trying to get my attention, she thought at her familiar.
Well he ssshould be more careful about it, the cobra thought in reply, a touch indignant.
She couldn't help but agree, and the gesture did annoy her, too —not in the least, because it bothered Wadjys. She didn't like to be touched. Why couldn't he just say her name like a normal person if he wanted her attention? Maybe it was a dwarf thing...
“Yer a bold one, lassie. That was a better test than I came up with, and now I’ve heard a giant squeak. Ye might just have what it takes ta survive the Edge.”
"It wasn't a test" she replied simply. "I was just experimenting."
As to the latter, she wasn't sure what to say, and so just shrugged.
“S-s-she melted Vragi’s f-face off, of c-course she has w-what it takes!”
... Why was the giant —not that he was much of one, really— stepping in for her? It was annoying.
"You know, it's rude to intrude on other people's conversations" she said pointedly, casting a quick glare in the giant's direction. She raised one hand and idly twiddled her fingers, as if considering doing magic. Maybe if she made a bigger blade he'd leave them alone...
“Ah suppose I must apologize fer my hill-giant-sized distraction. Was there something else ye wanted to discuss?”
"What did you do that was so shameful?" she asked bluntly after a moment, lowering her voice a bit so the giant couldn't hear if he was still lurking.
She didn't know how he'd react, but she'd take her chances. It was better to know what sort of person he was now, she figured, than possibly find out to her detriment at some later time.