Óðinn

*Odin so neat every night he conjures the Moon in silence and solitude, he waits for his beloved. But today something unexpected arose, there was that person, he had never seen her before, but she was there. *

• Who are you?
  Odin asked as he approached

• Odin is waiting for the woman's response, he smiles slightly with the corners of his lips curved upwards and extends her fragile, pale and soft hand *

{uss} : Who are you?

Odin raises her eyebrows but doesn't flinch
Odin:

—My name is Odin.