Vladimir remembered it. He remembered the memory very clearly because it used to happen quite often and the memory went like this...
'Odin!' Constance hugged Odin's leg when he appeared in front of her. Odin brought his hand in front of his face out of happiness that the child loved him.
'There are no horses in the tower, milady, but I can be the horse,' said Odin before having the little girl hopped up on his back.
Having a faint recollection of her dream, Constance laughed, "I wonder if I was a troublesome child." The dreams were unclear, similar to a fragrance that was hard to hold on to, but she remembered it to be a sweet memory.
"You weren't," Vladimir cleared her doubts, "You were one of the most well-behaved child when you were small, and the most loved."
