"Don't take you down, young Dag. Even if you don't think you're getting better, you're wrong" Freya exclaimed, in her usual pragmatic tone.
"Yes, all right, but... how much can I face you, Freya?" Dag said, approaching her and looking down, not wanting to disrespect her.
"Face me? Why are you in such a hurry to face me?" she asked, resting a finger under Dag's chin and making him look up.
When the young warrior's eyes crossed with those of the Goddess, her beauty was so disruptive that he stuttered for a few seconds, not believing that in his life he would ever find himself so close to Freya.
"I... I... uhm... the Alfather said you two are my mentors, but so far I've only fought your brother Freyr. Don't get me wrong, I'm honored to have such a chance, but... if I have two mentors, why am I fighting only one of them?" Dag replied, trying to be as sincere as possible.
