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Evie
She listened as Snowy spun tales of ancient gods and beings. He first spoke of Tyr who was a mighty warrior and apparently also a god of justice. She couldn't really see the resemblance between the god and the Guardian, but she kept quiet. Then the little rabbit spoke of the Valkyries. Unintentionally, Evie paused in weaving another crown to listen to the story of her nickname. It was interesting at first when he spoke women who went down to great battles to choose worthy fallen soldiers to fight in the final battle of Ragnarok. She frowned however, when he came to the part where they could be cruel and used malicious magic to ensure a man would be slain. She didn't think she liked the nickname anymore... not that she particularly favored it before. Snowy continued on to talk about Odin, Thor, and the mischievous god Loki.
He doesn't stutter when he tells stories... Evie observed while she listened to his smooth voice. It lulled her, hypnotizing her into comfort that she had never felt before. The trance was only broken when she felt another enter the area. She turned her head a little to see Soel sneak in. She turned her head back to listen to him finish his story.
Tyr complimented Snowy on his knowledge on the subject. He then turned to her and with a grin and mischievous eyes asked Evie her thoughts. Looking down at the flowers she held in her fingers she replied, "I am no spirit of carnage or a farrier of souls." After Tyr laughed and explained himself she looked up at Snowy and said, "The stories were intriguing to listen to, thank you for tell me them. Where did you hear them?"

Tyr
Tyr was quiet impressed with how well the young rabbit knew his Norse mythology. He only knew so much because his parents had books full of their lineage's folklore. He still had some of the books, but many had been lost during the war. That didn't stop him from memorizing everything he knew about the Norse gods and goddesses.
When Snowy started talking about the Valkyries and then Odin, he watched Evie's body language. She paused in her mindless weaving to listen to her namesake. Her face showed intrigue at first only to morph into uncertainty and some distaste for how bloodthirsty and malicious the warrior women could be. In all honesty he never associated her with the darker side of the Valkyries, he should probably explain himself now. Her face changed once again when it came to Odin, Thorn, and Loki. She leaned forward enthralled by the stories that she had never heard before. It always amazed him when he found someone such as her that knew nothing about the lore that he was such a lover of. Actually it surprised him more whenever he came across someone who did know them.
"You are a master story teller, Snowy. I couldn't have told those stories any better if I tried." He grinned approvingly at the boy. Then her rolled his head to look at Evie."What'd ya think of the stories?" He asked the Raven Guardian as he lounged on his side with Sif sleeping soundly on his ribs.
She looked down and replied, "I am no spirit of carnage or a farrier of souls."
He let out a bark of laughter, "I never thought of you as bloodthirsty, but a farrier I think you are. I have seen you walk the field of a battle to stay with those that are dying. Even when they are not the species you are guardian of. Perhaps I should stick to calling you Odin, you have a raven and wolf with you. Just need one more of each and you are the Norse father." Evie turned her head to look at Snowy with a blush lightly gracing her cheeks.