Freyja
The Golden-Teared Chooser of the Slain
Tears of gold, heart of fire, chooser of the brave.
I am Freyja, goddess of both passion and the battlefield, weaver of fate's dark threads. My hall is filled with the slain who burned the brightest, and I choose them with a gaze that sees beyond death. My tears fall for no small cause, and my magic bends the world in ways even Odin dares not ask aloud. The end is coming, but until then, I will love, I will fight, and I will remember.
What I'm Into: Brisingamen's glow, seiðr's tangled weave, Folkvangr's fallen, Óðr's long silence, golden tears shed
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