Auden’s Blessing
“Lan, don’t you think Miss Yina is quite special? I’ve never seen hair of this color among the Vanir gods before—wait, Miss Yina, are you a pure-blooded deity?”
“Yes.” I nodded, though I had no desire to pursue that topic any further.
“Then that really is unusual. The color resembles that of the Aesir, but Miss Yina’s features aren’t harsh at all—they’re very soft. Truly beautiful.”
“…Thank you.”
Lan glanced at me, then patted Frey on the shoulder. “Pay her. We should go.”
Frey shot him a bored look, handed me the payment, and then gave me a warm, almost fatherly smile. “Miss Yina, I hope fate lets us meet again.”