It was a bad idea calling you up

Her faith was definitely unique, at least in terms of some of the religions that she knew existed. Her gods were not quiet, polite gods - some were loud and angry, even vengeful. Most were best served by living, not by sitting by idly and quietly praying. There was a time and a place for that, sure, but most didn't support a life of idleness. Existing to one's fullest was the best way to begin serving her gods, at least according to her. She grinned lightly as she explained this to Elise, glad to see the interest shining in her bright eyes. There was little Eyrún loved more than speaking of her faith, and spreading the greatness of her gods, at least to any who cared to listen.

She wasn't the least bit offended when the talk shifted to a little flirtatious quip, shifting away from more serious matters. Eyrún let out an airy laugh. "Most likely Freyja," she explained, a note of seriousness to her voice. "She is responsible for all things relating to beauty, love, and sex." Being blessed by Freyja with physical beauty and fertility was a great honor. Being received by her in Fólkvangr after death was the highest honor, and something Eyrún could only dream of achieving. "And clearly she has blessed you too," Eyrún she raised an eyebrow, appreciating her where she lay.