She has always been the consummate hostess-gracious and generous. As she takes his hand, the cup is filled. "Turkis coffee. A delightful choice." Fingers curl, and a current passes between the two before she pulls her hand slowly away. "You are welcome. I do hope you did not think my -

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attention rude." Reaching for her own coffee, she takes a sip before continuing. "I knew, what you are, if not who. I am Frigga."

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from him.

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She places her hand on the table just as a cup and saucer appear. "If you wish it, the offer is extended." "Tea or coffee?" She thinks tea, but he could surprise her. She has forgotten what those are like. As a rule, she generally hides who and what she is from others, but has no desire to hide-

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She feels the power that he possesses as well. It is a very different sort from hers. His is elemental, a darker sort, but not necessarily evil. She is not one to stare as a rule, but she feels drawn to him. She gestures to the empty chair at her table, an invitation, should he so choose.

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