[ It occurs to her that she never asked anyone this before. Most likely due to never really hearing anything about the religions of other worlds - except old Norse religion, given her friendship with Loki himself. But that was an odd outlier. ]
Roegadyn, yes. While they lack horns, they are very large in both height and musculature. [ She smiles, knowing quite well how bizarre it can be. ] The multi-verse is a concept I have had some time to come to terms with.
[ Because she sees and can expect it, Era is not bothered by the action. ]
Names are important. They help make a person what they are.
[ Era had no memory of a given name, but was given a suggestion for the one she carries now. Embarking on a new era of her life it made sense to name herself that. Unfortunately there have been those in the multiverse who thought her name to be a joke.
She pulls a dagger quite casually out of her pocket, then throws it at something behind the Iron Bull. The tentacle-like vine thrashes, knocking her dagger loose from its flesh and sending it sliding across the floor back towards them.
If it had eyes or ears she would be scolding and threatening it by now. Instead she tosses her second dagger at it to make her point. ]
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[ It occurs to her that she never asked anyone this before. Most likely due to never really hearing anything about the religions of other worlds - except old Norse religion, given her friendship with Loki himself. But that was an odd outlier. ]
Roegadyn, yes. While they lack horns, they are very large in both height and musculature. [ She smiles, knowing quite well how bizarre it can be. ] The multi-verse is a concept I have had some time to come to terms with.
[ Because she sees and can expect it, Era is not bothered by the action. ]
Names are important. They help make a person what they are.
[ Era had no memory of a given name, but was given a suggestion for the one she carries now. Embarking on a new era of her life it made sense to name herself that. Unfortunately there have been those in the multiverse who thought her name to be a joke.
She pulls a dagger quite casually out of her pocket, then throws it at something behind the Iron Bull. The tentacle-like vine thrashes, knocking her dagger loose from its flesh and sending it sliding across the floor back towards them.
If it had eyes or ears she would be scolding and threatening it by now. Instead she tosses her second dagger at it to make her point. ]