[Frigga glances between her son, who is blind and confident in the presence of this young magician, whose power hums under the surface of his skin as steadily as his excitement. Her second mortal of the day, this one seems much more excitable than her son's lover, far... younger, in a way. Perhaps that was the excitement; it was difficult to judge mortal years.
With a faint squeeze of Billy's hand, she releases it and smiles at him.]
I think if my son calls you his brother, you may at the very least refer to me as Frigga.
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With a faint squeeze of Billy's hand, she releases it and smiles at him.]
I think if my son calls you his brother, you may at the very least refer to me as Frigga.