voice testing, be gentle?

[sigr]

And so, I am here. As much as you've toyed with the idea, I did not think that you would honestly go through with this. I am not a Lady to be trifled with.

( her smile grows wry. )

In hopes of seeing my husband, are you? And why? So he can run off again, or even worse, deny my sacrifice for him? No, I do not wish that. Better that he not know I was here, so I might be free to do as I wish.

Comments

[sweateryams]

Dude, your husband sounds like an ass. Why don't you dump him?

[orates]

A man who runs from his wife without reason is hardly a man at all.

[sigr]

'Dump' him? I do not understand this term.

[sigr]

I have given him no reason to run. If anything, it is the other way around.

[orates]

Then why would any hope for you to meet again?

[Unless revenge is planned, and then that sounds amazing.]

[sigr]

She seems to find our interaction interesting. I cannot profess that I hope to meet him - what should we have to talk about?

( she shakes her head. )

I am honorbound to stand by his side. But I will not continue to have the same fights with him, over and over. It is folly.

[orates]

To desire a quarrelsome relationship would be concerning. It is good that you do not, and yet it seems the way of things in these places to want as much fighting as could be stood by either party. Perhaps more.

[sweateryams]

Seriously You know get rid of him, leave him - set all his shit on fire and do either of those things.

[sigr]

Then she will have a long wait ahead of her; I can stand much where he is concerned. I cannot say the same for him.

[sigr]

Is that customary on Midgard?

( it certainly is not an Asgardian idea. )

I am honorbound to stand by his side, regardless of the manner of our marriage.

[orates]

You can tolerate his presence more than he can tolerate yours?

[Sounds like a woman all right. But...]

And yet you say you wish not to fight; perhaps you will find someone who does more than tolerate you.

[running_a_sting]

I don't mean to intrude ma'am, I understand this is none of my business, but your husband sounds like a real scumbag.

[sigr]

'Scumbag'? ( she gets the tone, at least. )

Why would you say that?

[sigr]

( Sounds like the Goddess of Fidelity, more like. )

Someone .. else? ( The idea is alien for her. ) Other than my husband?

[orates]

He has fled and has no desire to see you, you say. You have no desire to fight any further. What would you want, then, to wait for him to return to you with a new spirit about him?

[sigr]

( A blank stare. )

He is my husband, given to me in marriage. And I to him. It is my duty to wait for him.

[orates]

Even when he has gone from you and left you alone?

[Doesn't sound like he went to war to Dilios here.]

[sigr]

Even then. It does not change that he is my husband.

[fotlenke]

By the spirits of Vanaheim...

[sigr]

And who are you?

[fotlenke]

Sigyn Freyasdotter.

And you?

[sigr]

Freyja? Freyja's daughters are Hnoss and Gersemi.

( A delicate eyebrow is raised. )

I am the Lady Sigyn.

[fotlenke]

My sister is Hnoss, but I know no Gersemi.

[ she frowns. ]

We share names.

[laevisilaufeyson]

Whence does he run, why, and where? You wish him to stay; you must find where the weights hang and shift them. I would fain know why you run. The Lady's reluctance is noted, and notable.

[sigr]

I believe Freyja herself would realize it, if she had a child with my name. Having met the lady Gersemi myself, I must say that she does, indeed, exist.

( Sigyn shrugged her shoulders, a strangely modern gesture. )

Names and no more, it seems.