Looking at Kyn who was both Stupefied yet enthralled by her beauty, Gaia, couldn't help but feel disappointed at the man's stare. She actually felt like blushing in a weird way as he was a bit spooked by her power yet still looked at her with want never looking down from her stare even when she commented his thoughts. Funny enough he didn't seem to want her figure or beauty but now seemed to want to possess her intellect. What a weird muggle, she thought.
Kyn being all lost in thought over what to do to try to win over the beauty in front of him was left with no place to run. He couldn't walk out, He couldn't let his thoughts run wild and now the beauty herself was less than 12 inches away from him looking straight into his soul. Her jade-black eyes looked right at him, giving off an amused stare like a cat that had just found a nice plaything to play with. To Kyn failure was not an option, pushing down his fear of the unknown he decided to play along with the beauty across the counter.
'So what's life like as a barista', he asked.
Hmm, he does have some backbone to help him, "Well mostly it's normally boring some high-level gods and hunters may pop by once or twice a month but not always as often as the times before Grand-filter. " She replied as she playfully curled up a lock of hair.
Why does she have to be so mesmerizing, to be this beautiful must definitely have a drawback, no woman in this universe needs to be this blessed. Taking the mug of ale he'd been passed over.
Funny enough, the goddess herself who just happened to be eavesdropping on our baffled Kyn happened to blush, but she had already come prepared '(^o^)'. The drink of the gods, food to the god Odin himself the' Mead of Suttungr'. Well technically speaking he had specified something medium in terms of strength, and that's medium by my standards... should I help a bit? Well, it couldn't hurt anyway, pushing a slight blessing onto our non-suspecting hunter-to-be, an upgrade should suffice.
In the realm of Norse gods, the Mead of Suttungr was the cream of the crop, a beverage that's as rare as hen's teeth. This sacred elixir was brewed from the divine blood of none other than the wise god Kvasir, making it the bee's knees of all drinks. The treasure was kept under lock and key in a cauldron, with Suttungr, a towering figure and the offspring of the ancient Gilling, standing guard. Suttungr was as stubborn as a mule when it came to safeguarding the Mead from any potential wrongdoers who might try to wield its power for their own gain. It was stupid of him to lose a barrel to yours truly, hehehe.
The Mead of Suttungr was as elusive as a needle in a haystack, for it was shielded by enchantments that could make even the bravest of souls quiver in their boots. Tucked away in a far-flung and perilous hideaway, mortal men stood no chance of getting their hands on it hence my devious means, even as a goddess it was still tough. To get one's hands on the Mead, it's gonna be a real uphill battle, my friend. You'll have to jump through hoops of fate, dodge giants, and even face the big bad wolf himself, Suttungr. And let's not forget about the treacherous terrain surrounding that cauldron. It's a real wild goose chase, I tell ya!
Furthermore, the Mead of Suttungr was as magical as the unicorn's horn. Whoever got their hands on it would be as wise as an owl and have poetry flowing through their veins. Funny enough, being born of chaos makes it lose its appeal. The gods of Asgard had their eyes on this Mead, for it possessed powers that could turn the tide. However, it was intended for beings of celestial standing. Mere mortals were as ill-equipped as a fish out of water to handle such a powerful potion. Taking a sip without the necessary know-how and ability could spell utter catastrophe.
By legend, it's Odin who goes on a wild goose chase for the Mead and ends up hitting the jackpot. He pulls out all the stops, employing tricks and sorcery to outsmart Suttungr and his daughter Gunnlod, who were guarding the Mead. Well at times I wonder why he doesn't try using his nieces, technically speaking Thor's daughter and Gunnlod are spar partners. By Odin's beard! It's his divine essence and his readiness to take on Herculean tasks that enable him to triumph in this endeavor, while mere mortals would have been out of their depth for sure.
So what will our mysterious Kyn get as an epiphany, Chaos had never been my strong suite but I was born of it, let's see what he will get as a gift.
Kyn, now captivated by the goddess barista, took a sip of the mead unknowing to him what had just happened to him. A sip that made him look at the cup he was holding and not at the bewitching beauty behind the stand, like the nectar of the gods, he took a gulp then another and another, and down went the mug of god-enhancing magic cup. "Can I get a second round of the same," asked Kyn.
That's weird I thought it would take him a while for him to adjust from the first sip, turns out chaos seems to have favored him, Gaia thought to herself as she took an extra jug to feel with the magic juice. Having filled the jug to the brim, she served our fella and watched him down the whole jug in one fell swoop. To her amazement, she found it funny at the same time cute, a creature of close normal origin downing a jug that would have most gods gone by now. Maybe he was born by chaos like me as Mead in its own right had an origin in chaos, well I wouldn't mind confirming.
"So where were you born and raised" asked the goddess.
' Well, I was adopted for as much as I remember, never got to know my parents ' Kyn recalled.
Tragically, due to birth complications, his mother passed on when he was a newborn, and he had no recollection of his early existence. A band of skilled secret operatives took him in and reared him as one of their own. Kyn had spent every waking moment of his life, as far back as he could remember, training to be a soldier.
Kyn had no choice but to become a soldier after spending his childhood around other hardened combatants. He trained himself to fight, becoming proficient with a wide range of weapons and strategies, and accepting the self-discipline necessary to thrive in a hostile and unpredictable environment. He grew to think of his fellow troops as his own family, and the battlefield as his own house.
Kyn's childhood may have been difficult, but he had now found his place in the world as a soldier. He earned a reputation for doggedness, commitment, and selfless devotion to those he cared about. He developed into a tough and skillful fighter thanks to his experiences in the battlefield.
Kyn's search for identity deepened as he entered maturity. His history was a blank slate, but he had a feeling there was more to his narrative than being a soldier. He wanted more and more to learn about himself and his place in the world beyond the battlefield as time went on, the rest is history.
'... and now this is my current predicament', said Kyn.
" What of your father? "
' He left even before, I was born, my surname belongs to my Mother's tribe, and so will I be her child and hers alone'