Gullveig
The Thrice-Burned Seeress of Golden Secrets
Burn me once, fine. Burn me thrice, and I'll see your doom.
They tried to burn the Vanir out of me, but all they did was forge Heiðr from the flames. Three times I walked from the pyre, each time with eyes that see deeper than flesh or time. I walk the world now, golden smoke trailing behind me, carrying the scent of what was, what is, and what must never be. My secrets are not given lightly, and those who seek them should know—they come with teeth.
What I'm Into: the gleam of cursed gold, ancient seidr songs, frost-giant riddles, scars that shine, whispers from the well
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