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Amusement flickered in her pale gaze, despite her serious words. "Indeed," Eyrún replied quickly. She felt no shame in her beliefs, and wouldn't hesitate to share them, regardless of what others might think of her. Fortunately this Elise seemed at least interested, if nothing else. That alone was a success in her mind. "A loyal servant indeed." The truth was that calling her a servant of the gods wasn't quite accurate, nor did it encompass exactly what she believed herself to be. She was merely a tool to be used by them, to spread their word and to do their bidding, whatever that might be.

A faint smirk tugged at her lips as she slowly reclined to her hindquarters. "That sounds like a fair enough exchange for me," she agreed, appreciating the offer. Elise was quite lovely on the eyes and she wouldn't say no to a show, even if she had no qualms about spreading information about her gods without any form of payment in return. "What exactly would you like to know? There are many gods, and they each like to be served in different ways. Some prefer to be praised, others preferring offerings and other rituals." The list of gods she could spout off for Elise was endless, and for a moment she was lost as to where she should begin. "For example, there's Freyja, the goddess of love, of sex, and war." And so many other things, but Eyrún didn't want to over-complicate her little lesson here. "She seems to enjoy being honored through action. To love in her name is to worship her. She's also fond of certain sacrifices," she added, content to leave that part ambiguous