#anywhere

"How come my clothes still fit?"

"And how come sometimes they... like.. change?"

"that's Voile... it's like this overlay, if your clothes had a fae mein. Now Frank can give you the whys and hows a bit better than I can, but that's probably the best way to think of it. Your court, your view of yourself, and your place in the dreaming..any or all of these might shape it. Also past lives can be a factor."

"Yeah - the more I wear it, the more viking it gets. At least I think it's viking."

"If I think too hard, I can see the real thing, but then I have to UN think to put it on. Ain't that some shit?"

"Heh, yeah it most assuredly is" He says "Don't sweat it too much. On your saining, and I know you wish it were now, but it ain't. " He continues, "anyway, then your voile comes in really clear"

"Good. It's cool stuff. I like it."

She looks back at the shelf, abruptly getting up to go retrieve the badger.

There is no mark, no sign it was ever broken

She drifts back to the table, carefully turning the little carving over in her hands. "It's perfect..."

"You should see what she made for the chief."

"Tove?"

"Her mother worked wood. Her father, as you probably learned, is a skald. Oh, the Chief does wood work too. Seems to be everyone around here is well rounded except yours truly"