moving us forward, assuming Badhbh agrees
Magpie picks the shiny up into the air. The godling is warm, a comfortable clutch on a cold morning. Flying, exultant, the joy of Yorse is a loud thing, like the bonng of a bell too close by, a sound that you feel in your teeth and hear in your stomach. The bird caws, seemingly immune to the vibrations.
After a few wheeling circles, Magpie brings Yorse back to Freya.
The godling whispers only to the paladin now,