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Hel is settled in "her" chair, sewing on a pair of dark blue gloves. She's at the embroidery portion of these as well. The different colored flosses have been separated out, and now and then she asks Svava to separate out a specific strand for her. Its easier that way than if she does it for herself.
Svava is in a smaller chair, reading out loud from her Afterlives book. At time Hel laughs, softly, when something weird is mentioned.
You can't gross out a death goddess.
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Svava is in a smaller chair, reading out loud from her Afterlives book. At time Hel laughs, softly, when something weird is mentioned.
You can't gross out a death goddess.
If you wish to speak with either or both of them, do, please, join.