"Cousins," Thorbjorn said when he had reached their table, and all three of the youngest Freyas looked up at the two of us with wide smiles. "May I present Villmark"s newest volva, Ingrid? And Ingrid, this is Freylaug, Freygunnar and Frigg, the youngest of my cousins."
Like the Thors, they all had strawberry blonde hair and blue-green eyes. Unlike the Thors, they weren"t working to differentiate themselves by any prominent choice of weapons. It was going to take a bit of work to remember who was who.
Luckily, as an artist, I had an eye for detail.
"Freylaug," I said to the first young woman. She had the widest smile of the three of them, and her hair was left loose, wildly tangled and yet somehow still attractively arranged.
"Freygunnar," I said to the second. She had her hair in a thi
