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Alfrun blinked at the stranger as she spoke, then tilted her head in a delicate, birdlike gesture. "I suppose," she mused aloud dreamily. "I suppose it is, one way of many. Surely the elder kin appreciate music in their name as much as we do." She bobbed her head, let her gaze drift unfocused over the lights that flickered beneath their paws at every movement. "There are places where it seems the gods walk more closely beside us. I have always felt the north to be such a place, but this one even more so." She bestowed a dreamy, disfigured smile on the lights, and on the columns of ice that rose around them. "They have given me this - it seems only right to give to them as well." She did not comment on the woman's claim to be a shaman, or the insinuation that there were other gods. Certainly there could be other gods - where not the Vanir such a group, before the Aesir met them in war? But other gods were beneath her notice, and she blithely ignored them in favor of her own.