The silence that tickled around her like broken glass was shattered by the booming of drums, a voice deeper and more timeless than all mountains, all oceans, overlaying the bassy rumble that had grown as familiar to her as Kapra's. "Ja," she answered distantly. "It is well. I understand what I must do. My purpose." Her eyes swallowed the moonlight as she stared back at the ever-shifting mass of light-rimed creatures who surrounded her and the one-eyed ancient. They were silent as they flowed over and under each other in a constant stomach-twisting tangle. She could not tell if they were wolves; she thought they might be, but they could have been anything. They seemed to be... waiting. Waiting for something. Waiting for her. Waiting for her to step upon the rainbow path that led ever onward. "I see your path. I see our line living on, ever and always, until Ragnorok ends this world. We are meant to thrive, to walk with the blood of the gods in us, we Finnvi. I see Loki within my cousins... and I see you." Eyes narrowed to silver crescents as they shifted to focus with a startling intensity on the male who was also Laufey. "I see you, Grímnir. I name you as Hrafnaguð, the Raven God, the Hanged One. Your strength and wisdom shall run as a torrent through the blood of the Finnvi and we will prosper."
