Makaria always liked the way that Freyr brushed his hand over that rune. He'd explained its purpose to her, and that charmed Makaria and it reminded her of much of the magic of her own homeland. There were many things the Greeks and Norse shared, and many things that she had learned from Freyr that were completely alien. She liked those things as well.
The Norse seemed pretty cool.
Freyr was pretty cool too.
Makaria hung her coat up and then went to sit on the sofa, hands in her lap and a smile on her face. She was ready to try some Kahlua! (She was ready to try some other things as well, but those were a little more nerve-wracking.) (Did she have nerves? Did gods have nerves? Hmmm, she should have asked someone about that before now.)