He prompted her gently to continue, and Katja inclined her head. Of course - he would want to be certain she understood what she was doing. Yes. The band of creatures seemed to tighten around them, still silent as they leaped and cavorted without moving their eyes from her. "Friður," she murmured to them. "Ég veit hvað þú vilt um mig."
She sought to narrow her focus, to escape the staring star-bright, jewel-toned eyes of the shifting mass, to see only the ancient one. Laufey's form shone before her with more intensity than the sinuous creatures, the god-form within her cousin still flaring brightly in her vision as thought Laufey's fur was hollowed light, his eyes icy blue stars. He at times seemed to waver slightly into two separate forms, only to snap back together with a pulsing light. "The children, Asagrim. Children to carry on the Finnvi line. My oath is my sacrifice, to carry on my blood. To carry the blood of gods. Your blood." Her attention was wandering back into the paths of time, drawing her away from the present, but the surrounding creatures seemed to pulse menacingly and she blinked, the moonlight sharpening like ice around her. Her voice was still dreamlike, distant, the cool tone colored in awe and stardust. "The Finnvi fate lies within the children I will bear you."
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