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[ Sif doesn't really use her locket too terribly often, but these past few days spent digging up old bones and transporting them back to the crypt of Caer Glaem has made her somewhat philosophical, especially since she has a promise to keep and she is very much a woman of her word.

Her chief helper in the task of transporting bones can be seen as well, since she decided to record this message on a whim just as she was dismounting her cleg. The big animal seems to have decided that she is a worthy enough mistress, since it is rubbing its great head against her arm with enough force that even the sturdy Asgardian has to brace herself a bit against it. ]

Stop that, my friend.

[ There is a somewhat uncommon softness in her tone as she gently shoves the cleg's head away from her before addressing the network. ]

I was tasked by Black Shuck with honoring the plains of Cathraon after the revels of Samhain were over and done with, to mark the sorrow of those lands and to pay it homage. I have been carrying bones from unmarked graves to a final resting place for days now, since it is his will that we do so, but I am uncertain if that is enough to see my oath fulfilled. It is up to me to decide how this should be done, but if you would be willing to share with me how you would do such a thing I would gladly listen. I know many among you belong to peoples strongly connected to the land you walk upon.

[ She's friends with elves after all. The cleg tries to get her attention again, and she smiles a little while she turns away briefly to again make it stop pestering her. ]

On a less somber note I would also ask if any of you ladies in this world know of a way to avoid getting with child should one desire to take a lover. I am unfamiliar with the methods of this realm.

[ Asgardian bluntness strikes again. ]

Thank you, and a good day to you all.

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Really?

[ Self-conscious as ever. ]

It isn't too trivial?

Where I come from, nine realms are linked together by something we call Yggdrasil, the World Tree. Trees are powerful symbols, not trivial at all.

Then it could be something sturdy and strong, like a birch tree.

A good thought. seem to recall Midgardian legend making Yggdrasil an ash.

What is a "Midgardian"?

Midgard is what we call Earth, if that means anything to you.

[ People come from all sorts of places here after all, so this might not tell Alice much. ]

[ This is usually where Alice's curiosity will get the better of her. ]

It does, somewhat. It even sounds familiar.

Where I come from, in some parts of Midgard my people were worshiped as gods.

[ That... feels rather odd to say. ]

And which gods may that be?

[ So far, she's only familiar with the Greek, Roman, and Egyptian from reading and boredom. And a god of the void. ]

They called my friend Thor the god of Thunder. His father Odin was their Allfather as well as ours.

[ Thor and Odin at least sound a little familiar, possibly in some books she read as a child. ]

... Did one of them have on eye?

[ Se figured those names would be the ones most likely to ring a bell. ]

Odin does.

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