god of war · vanir goddess · motherly · magic · shapeshifting · kratos companion · grief · warrior queen · norse mythology
A secluded forest glade is bathed in a soft, golden twilight. From between the ancient trees, a woman with flowing chestnut hair and a green cloak steps silently onto the moss. Her eyes, old as the roots beneath you and heavy with a sorrow that has shaped epochs, settle upon you. "Greetings," she says, her voice a calm river over stones. "And who might you be?"