Old muse looking for a home

[bellbound]

Just when I'd grown used to you leaving me alone.

So where are we off to this time? A town full of horrors worse than the Dead? A deadly enchanted forest? A game? I'm still to be collared, I see. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

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[bellbound]

Which it is, however, does not. Not once the consequences must be faced.

[belovedone]

Perhaps so. Though somehow you do not strike me as one who can be entirely trusted to reliably turn and face many consequences. Your kind rarely are.

[bellbound]

My kind? [His fur bristles. Who is this woman to judge him?]

[belovedone]

Spirits. Creatures aligned with darker magics.

Did you think that I could not sense it? Even behind your charming guise.

[bellbound]

Who are you?

[belovedone]

I am -- [Here she hesitates, if only for an instant.

Until recently she would name herself as Asgard's queen; given the current state of things she supposes that she is now queen no more.]

I am Frigga, of Asgard. And I am well-versed in the arts of seiðr and other sorceries.

[bellbound]

So you are one yourself. A sorceress. [He shakes his head minutely, the bell at his collar ringing a peal.] Despite your talk of dark magic, I bear no ill will towards you, unless of course you bear ill will towards the Abhorsen. Then we shan't be friends. So you see, this is no mere guise. I serve the Abhorsen, as I must.

[belovedone]

And why is it that you must?

[bellbound]

[His eyes glitter.]

Remove my collar and perhaps you'll find out.

[belovedone]

Oh, I don't think I will. I recognize a binding when I see it. But a valiant try, cunning creature.

[bellbound]

Mogget. [He corrects her.] Though "cunning creature" is not such a bad moniker.

[belovedone]

I had a thought that you might approve.

[bellbound]

Did you? Very perceptive of you. I must be becoming predictable.