The moment his eyes landed on her, time seemed to slow. The wind stilled. The forest around him faded into silence. Leif stood hidden behind the trees, his breath caught in his chest as he watched her move through the water like something out of legend. Without meaning to, the words slipped from his lips in a low, reverent murmur:
“Gods… she looks like she was carved by Freyja herself.”
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