The Folk call it a flyting, a ritual name-calling ceremony, and it became a tradition. One of my many gifts to the Folk.
Sif gave a wail of protest. “You animal! I do not wear corsets!”
That started me laughing, and once I’d started, I couldn’t stop. I went round all the circle of gods, and told them exactly what I thought. The Folk call it a flyting, a ritual name-calling ceremony, and it became a tradition. One of my many gifts to the Folk. Anger is often cathartic, a healing process at moments of stress, although I suppose that, at the time, I should perhaps have given it all just a little more thought.
