Freya lifted a fist and let it fall three times, spaced to let the sound begin to fade between each. Then she waited, hoping Sasha was home and prepared for the visit.
The door is promptly opened, the pale woman smiling softly and moving aside, flanked by a pair of kittens; one black, one white. "Please, enter this home, and to it be welcome; may all the hospitality of this hall be yours to enjoy." Held to her chest by a combination of what at first glance looks like some kind of skydiving harness and one arm is a large baby girl, napping for the time being.
"Thank you, frau Sasha." She smiles to Sasha, the kittens, and the baby. "I did not realize my old friend was visiting. If this is an inopportune moment, I will return later."
"Grey and Alison have gone hunting--though not, I think, a-viking--and Mortimer and I have been entrusted with Iva's care until they return. But even were he here, there is no moment at which you would not be welcome here." She smiles, gesturing invitingly to the house's interior.
"Thank you." She steps inside, lifting a hand to lightly stroke at Iva's hair as she passes. "He must trust you very much. I have brought the items necessary for the protection you requested."
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