Freezing in the cape (Private)

Waves crashed against the sharp rocks of the New England coastline, sending cold, salty spray into the air. Its turbulence matched the dark grey of the rocks and the storming sky above, clouds protecting the Massachusetts coast from the bright winter sun. Sitting upon one of the many rocks seemingly tossed into the ocean to form a mighty jetty for local fisherman, was a young woman with her headphones snug in her ears. Blasting against her earlobes was her music from an antique piece of technology in this modern world-an actual CD player. Playing from the device was a selection of the band entitled Dropkick Murphys, and she was enjoying the sound that filled her ears and then mind.

Pulling her knees closer to her chest her cold eyes stared out into the atlantic, then moved her head back to stare towards boston-over 40 miles away cross the bay. Then something made her pause, and it wasn’t the drop in the music as the track came to an end. The gulls had stopped flying around her and the sound around her, for a second, was only the waves. Sitting up, her jacket shifted on her shoulders, her head slowly turning to look around her.

"See? Flying is fun!" Dana shouted over the wind. They were shooting past the coast of New England, about twenty or thirty meters from the ground. Dana's bomber jacket was flapping in the altitude as she pulled Ethan along -- it wouldn't have been possible for a mortal of her stature but with einherji strength it was manageable.

Barbs couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw two individuals flying nearby. Well, one was flying and the other was seemed to be dragged alongside. Quickly she hit pause and removed her headphones, draping them around her neck as she jumped along the rocks, making her way closer to the figures in the air. With her hand opening her hammer and ax combination appeared, breaking them in two so that they can operate independent of each other, continuing to jump and climb over the jagged rocks.

She was close enough now to make out their faces, but just as she could, they flew past her, causing her to turn to continue to watch them. Finally, her curiosity was piqued enough to make contact and she lifted her arm, and ascended into the air as well.

"Seriously?" Dana asked, but then she realized how pale Ethan looked and felt a bit guilty. "Alright, I guess we can find a waffle shack."

But suddenly, something appeared in the corner of her vision. Dana squinted in the sunlight, and saw a blonde, feminine figure flying towards them. Immediately, her axe appeared in her hand. "Looks like we have a visitor."

Barbs flew towards them, holding her weapon tight as the wind raced against her, the cold making her smile. Upon getting closer she could see the glint of a weapon and dropped in altitude, flying low over the water, almost as a dare to come down towards the water. She flashed those above her a smile, now seeing their bodies clearer in the light.

Dana squinted. Blonde hair, Norse-looking weapons.... And the flash of a bright smile. The child of Tyr looked closer while Ethan yelled sense at her. "Smells like a trap! See how low she's flying to the water? Could be a restless sea spirit trying to find a juicy snack!" They soared up, gaining altitude. "I wouldn't risk it. Plus, I'm hungry for waffles."

But just at that moment, a mighty shape broke the surface of the water with heavy splashing, jaws snapping shut just inches from the blonde shape, who was wisely zigzagging away.

"Gods of Asgard! A sea serpent in New England?" Dana, who had half-sheathed her weapon, pulled it back out at once.