Great Frigga’s hairpins! It is nearly Yule-tide again. How did that happen? I turn my back for one minute, and it’s time for all of the tinsel and wrapping and fa-la-la-ing again. Didn’t we just DO this?
The mortals are out and about with the intent to purchase giftimentos for their kin. Sigyn and I have tagged along. Sigyn, because she just adores this time of year; me, because I don’t trust her safety to the humans, not for one second.
I will admit that this market is somewhat less boring than some I have been in. It appears to have little what-nots and edibles from all over Midgard.
Also some shady-looking characters. Sigyn, do you really want to be trying to make friends with these canines?
I mean, dogs in sweaters—with eyeliner? That’s just not normal. And those eyes that are facing one another? Both blackened! Obviously, these two are brawlers. You’d do best not to get mixed up with them.
Oh, my. Yes, my love, that is a lot of poofy hoofstock. All decked out for Yule in peppermint tassels and ribbons.
And they appear to come in both chocolate and vanilla.
And to be sweet-natured.
Sigyn, is there an actual animal under all that floof?
Odin’s Eyepatch! A foul thunder-lizard has appeared!
Unhand my sweetie this instant, you villainous theropod! If you so much as scratch a single one of her corset grommets, I will END YOU.
It’s right behind me, isn’t it?
to be continued…