Though the girl was fast to defend her eating habits, Siv frowned in the good-natured way of an overbearing mother and let the argument slide. It was true that Draugr would never be as tall as she was. Part of Siv knew this was from her time on the road and the fact her daughter had not been able to grow with such comfortable settings. Another part blamed her father’s blood. Reykr was tall, but he was weak in spirit. Some of his weakness might have transferred into her soul, when she was conceived. Siv didn’t know, and let her daughter change the obviously sore subject.
The witch smiled and shook her head lightly. Her hair, which was loose, rippled at the motion. “No, the sun is not a god. The sun is simply the sun. We worship those who control these things; a horse pulls the sun across the sky, but we don’t worship horses, do we?” After slaughtering one for a ritual, she knew that her daughter knew this was not the case. “Many things are sacred, and powerful, but not gods.” It was an overly simple explanation, but Siv knew her daughter was still in the early stages of learning such truths.
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