All-Father, grant me the strength not to slay mine brother for his stupidity...
Asleif caught sight of a mortal staring at her and regarded him coldly. "Thou dost presume to look upon mine godly presence directly, mortal? I had thought the arrogance of your kind long gone."
He regarded her strangely for a minute. "Geeze, lady. What're you, high?"
She brought up a hand and began to weave a spell. "I shalt have to teach thee a lesson, it seems..."
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