"No, I don't like ravens because Odin has a pair of them. Odin is...sort of my uncle. The father of the gods. He...doesn't...like me."
The spaces where she doesn't speak are as eloquently pained as an entire book. Her gloved hand has creeped up under her hair, and she's resting her face in it.
"The Valkyrie just didn't...say anything. Nobody did. Father didn't know, but...nobody spoke for us."
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The spaces where she doesn't speak are as eloquently pained as an entire book. Her gloved hand has creeped up under her hair, and she's resting her face in it.
"The Valkyrie just didn't...say anything. Nobody did. Father didn't know, but...nobody spoke for us."