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"Oh."

She says, still in fox-form but as her player is logged in as someone else the icon is wrong.

"I'm sorry."

A bit of a wry smile to the fox, fingers gently combing through red fur. "Well... a lot of people are dead here, and you really can't tell. Its not... Its different. Sort of like the einherjar back home; they were dead, but not really?"

She moves away from Svava, and changes into her human form,

"I'm afraid I don't know what einherjar are."

A chuckle and a shrug, getting up to her feet gracefully. "They're fallen warriors, chosen by Odin or Freya to reside in their halls in Asgard. They feast at night, fight in the day, and otherwise spend time until they are called upon for Ragnarok."

"Ah, I see."

She nods, and beams at Svava,

"And is your young man one of them?"

"His world isn't Midgard... so he isn't." A faint smile.

"I do believe he would have been, however."

She laughs again, brightly.

A puzzled smile back to her. "Why is that amusing, Lady Ako?"

"I am joyful, Svava."

She spreads her hands wide,

"It is what I do."

A smile, only faintly wry. "That must be all very good, then. You are lucky."

"I am, yes."

Because it is a luck to know how to act, and how to be joyful even when circumstances are not.

Svava chuckles, and stands. "Well then, Lucky Lady Ako, may I get you a drink?"

"Certainly. Green tea with crispy rice, please."

She stands as well, and makes her way to a seat.

Svava just blinks at the order, then nods, and requests it from the bar. "And a hot chocolate, if you please?" A smile and pat to the bar, and she takes a seat herself.

Green tea with crispy rice is
A) a real drink and
B) damn good.

Ako makes a murring noise of pleasure when she gets it.

Svava giggles quietly, and sips her own hot chocolate. She looks young when she laughs, the scifi armor not withstanding.

Big, cinnamon colored eyes are batted at her,

"Something wrong, dear?"

She's still murring.

"You are much like your fox self, Lady Ako. That's all." A slightly sheepish chuckle.

"That is because I am a Fox, dear. This is just my....well, one of my....human suits."

She's so very, very honest about that.

"Hm. I know I've mentioned it before, but my shapeshifting is different. Though, Yrael, he still has some of his cat mannerisms in his human form. Its... interesting to see."

"For some the shape affects the mind. It doesn't for me, but I am not quite the same. Foxes are shapeshifters first, and thus..."

She shrugs,

"I know who I am. My shape does not define me."

"But... the fox is who you are, first. Human.. or human looking, rather, is after that. Yes?"

"The Fox is the shape I was born in."

She shrugs,

"But it isn't who I am. I am Ako."

"... True. Very true." A faint smile and nod.

"I'm sorry if I was prying, I just like trying to understand, that's all."

"Its fine, Svava."

She takes a sip of tea, and beams,

"People who have only one form, or people who spend too much time in only one form, begin to identify with it."