In Alfheimr.
On the mountain where THE Creature used to reside, where his multicolored flames had once blazed, a different presence now occupied that space.
The ancient being had departed, leaving behind only the lingering weight of his previous occupation.
One particular lifeform worthy of interest was a woman whose teeth had barely regrown after they were knocked out by THE Youngest not too long ago.
THE Living Emotive sat near an Undivided One, her legs dangling over the edge of a crystallized outcropping as she gazed out across the stretches of Alfheimr below. Her companion said nothing, simply existing in her presence with patience.
The bruises on her face had healed. The damage to her pride had not, though she wore that damage like jewelry rather than wounds.
Everybody underestimated the weak woman of ill repute.
She was just someone who bounced around from one of THE Four to another, right? Just a loose woman seeking protection from whoever would provide it.
