I've heard that the gods of Olympus oft take mortals for their bedfellows, but I have never beheld the product of such a union.
[ She's not dismissive, or disgusted at the prospect, as she might have been in centuries past. But it is still a curiosity to her, and it shows rather plainly on her face. Sif is not much given to deception. Shortly, though, she recalls herself. ]
Forgive me. It is my hope that you shall see your son ere long.
[ And a sorrow does pass across her brow, as she says those words. An echo of a greater sorrow she cannot understand, perhaps. She does not know how long they will remain trapped here. But what is time to a goddess? It is not something she has oft had to think about. ]
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[ She's not dismissive, or disgusted at the prospect, as she might have been in centuries past. But it is still a curiosity to her, and it shows rather plainly on her face. Sif is not much given to deception. Shortly, though, she recalls herself. ]
Forgive me. It is my hope that you shall see your son ere long.
[ And a sorrow does pass across her brow, as she says those words. An echo of a greater sorrow she cannot understand, perhaps. She does not know how long they will remain trapped here. But what is time to a goddess? It is not something she has oft had to think about. ]