The city lights are reflected in Freyja Njorddottir's eyes as she stops for a moment along the way to bend down and stroke the back of a stray cat. There's still a long way to go before he goes to her kingdom. The feline purrs and rubs against her, acknowledging her. She smiles and sits up, looking up. Her girls are waiting for her and she can't linger too long.
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