Sea Lion Shores the halls of our fathers

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The assurance that he was not laughing at her calmed her anxious fidgeting, and her fears were dispelled when he showed empathy. The effort he put in to reassuring her made her certain of his intent, and she felt a certain peace while interacting with him that put her at ease. Often she felt embarrassed when speaking with others, her own difficulties speaking at times making her self-aware. You are right, she managed, still bitter.

Ragna thrust her ears forward when he began to speak of the Leviathan, thirsty for knowledge about the wolves that had overtaken her home. That she spoke to the Leviathan's -the king's- brother was no surprise to her, but she filed it away as useful. When asked, she provided her name. Ragna.

Odin is the god of my father, she said. She had no god, herself, but believed that every god and every pantheon existed for those who worshipped them.