Thank the Norns, Sigyn has finally come down from out of that nasty grape-smelling tree! I’m sorry, my love, my admiration for you knows no bounds and normally, I’d have no problem spending the afternoon hanging out with you, but Sleipnir’s fetlocks! Not in that thing.
Do come look over here, dearest. I found some flowers that I bet you will enjoy.
Are they not majestic? They’re a bit like the ones we have at the house, but much taller, and a bit more yellow about the middle.
Would you like me to get you one of the flowers? Grounds Maintenance is sure to disapprove, but I don’t care. If you want one, I will pick it for you.
Great Frigga’s hairpins!
It’s nearly as large as you!
What’s that? Smell it? Um, you know that you and I have very different ideas when it comes to the olfactory suitability of botanicals, yes? But very well.
Anything for you.
Snrff. Snrff. It’s very strong, and very purfumey. Puts me in mind of fancy bath salts or something. But definitely better than that purple-flowered monstrosity from yesterday!
The cup shape in the middle, though… Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
You were! Delightful, my sweet. You are springtime personified.