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Everyone in Asgard knew of the sacred harts that would eat among the branches of the World Tree, but it was rare and special if you actually saw one of them. However, today, Sigyn was at the edges of Yggdrasil's branches that connected into Asgard, looking for her husband who had been missing since the creation of the wall shielding them from the borders of Jotunheim.
She had hoped to find Loki, but instead, paused, breath hitched, seeing one of the ethereal harts. The sun began to shine upon them with a nice cool breeze making it's way through, moving Yggdrasil's branches. ❝ Hello. I didn't mean to disturb your area. I'm just looking for someone, but it appears he isn't here. Have you perhaps seen him by any chance, dear hart? ❞
Dvalinn has long since known about the construction of the wall that protected Asgard from the bitter hands of the Jotun. She knew such a thing would only strengthen the hatred and resentment the giants felt towards those on the other side. But so long as Yggdrasil was not harmed by those matters, it was of no bother to her.
Her wandering and duties had taken her to Midgard and Aelfheim lately, her return to where the branches touched Asgard only being recent. It only felt right to stroll along the wall and take in its build. Perhaps sample some of the luxurious fruits Asgard had to offer while she was at it.
The sunlight and wind that touched her fur was comfortable and welcomed. Paired with the taste of a particularly juicy find, she had lowered her guard enough that the approach of another was lost on her at first. At least until the other spoke up. A ripple of surprise traveled up her body and culminated with her throwing her head up to fix four cyan hues upon the stranger. Or.. perhaps not that much of a stranger?
She stared, squinting as if trying to see a blurry image in the reflection of a lake. Whose portrait did this face belong to? Hmmm... Oh! “Sigyn, yes?” The Hart’s lips never parted for words, but they were as clear as the day itself was bright and warm. Before an answer could be given, the air around the beast began to warm and shimmer like it was exposed to the intense heat of a star. The distortion warped the sight of her form until it faded and in the place of the stag was a young woman. Snowy hair was braided back, allowing cervine ears to remain visible and alert.
Dvalinn’s expression remained relaxed as she gave her head a tilt. “I haven’t seen anyone beyond wildlife recently. Though.. I did spy a peculiarly smelling mare some time ago. Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.”
