"It is not our people's way to mourn for long, as we believe we will see one another again in another life. We believe our fallen go to the land of the gods. There are different realms... Valhalla, for its greatest warriors and those who die in battle. Fólkvangr being for those of Freya's choosing, among a few." she nodded, considering this. It was...a bit sad to Sheauga; to think they could be separated from one another in the after life. ❝ I wonder if you can visit each other still if you do not end up in the same place... ❞ she murmured, a thought that was half to herself.
"We believe they have the ability to see us, too... " ❝ They must, ❞ she nodded with a small smile, a certainty finding her purple hues. ❝ We should continue to honor your father; keep his memory alive through the things he enjoyed or valued ❞ she offered, slowly reaching a paw to place it on top of one of Wardruna's own.
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which means if it hasn't happened in a thread ─ it hasn't happened!
