Deorum (Of Gods)
All right, here is Part II of Deorum. Part I is here, I hope you guys enjoy!
“Jackie, you look terrible,” the girl at the counter said, alarmed. She had delicate features, with an upturned nose and a light scattering of freckles over her cheeks, and her long brown hair was bound up into a neat crown of braids. She looked about sixteen, dressed in a pearly grey shirt and a black apron that said simply Idunn’s Coffee. “What’s wrong?”
“Wish you wouldn’t call me that, Idunn,” he said, and she smiled at him fondly, flashing a slim line of teeth. She had conceded to the Anglicized version of her name with more grace than some of her other counterparts, which Jack appreciated. He found the ‘eth’ letter rather difficult, and she despaired of his pronunciation.
“You’ve mentioned,” she said, brushing one hand over her forehead in the habitual movement of one checking for stray hairs. A pair of stacked gold rings glinted on her index finger, with a third on her thumb. Her entire family dripped with the things, Jack knew—a scant three was downright restrained. “You do look exhausted, though. Everything okay?”
