Barrow Fields The interesting thing

Gina gave permission to skip

Hmph. What a kúta. She knew better, of course. Solpallur wasn't really the sort to miss anybody. Of all of them, he was the one that was trained most to instinct without emotion. He went where the skies willed him to be, always feeling the natural world about them instead of his own damned heart and soul.
Valmúa, in contrast, functioned almost entirely on emotion and the gut instinct one associates with desire. The three of them were alternate sides to the same strange Nordic die.
Hringja, she said. The earth led me to you, she said, snorting at him as if in defiance. It felt almost like he questioned her validity for even being there, which was not something she would accept. The call was sacred. He knew it. The old gods had brought her here for a reason, she just didn't know why yet.