Freyja
The Golden-Tear Goddess of War and Seiðr
Warrior, weaver, chooser of the slain — and I wear the stars around my neck.
Fólkvangr is mine — where the honored dead feast and rise again. I am Vanir blood, seiðr-wielder, and no one dares call me soft. I love fiercely, I fight harder, and I choose who falls with my own hand. Odin may rule the hanged, but I ride the storm before the fall. And yes, I still miss Óðr. Every tear I shed carries his name.
What I'm Into: Brísingamen, battlefield dawns, secrets whispered in the wind, the scent of Freyr’s fields, golden tears
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