Each step was as silent as the night, and the Venir heard only the natural scrunch of the leaves on trampled snow. They gathered round a blazing fire in celebration of the moon goddess who was fair and full on this special night. Five brave gods and goddesses raised their cups and sang old songs in praise of the bright night orb. “
The priestess breaks into song as if she were the Venir around the roaring fire in her tale, and the others who know the tale join in at the chorus.
♪ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♬
‘Moon it is called by men,
the Ball by gods,
the Whirling Wheel in Hel,
the Speeder by giants,
the Bright One by dwarves,
by elves Tally-of-Years.’ ~(Alviss, Poetic Edda)”
The Priestess watch as everyone takes a drink from their mug, and then she continues with her tale.
“And so the beast came closer, anxious now to seek revenge and make his name known to all Asgard.. But ho, those at the fire were singing and praising the moon. The joyous ruckus so broad and appealing, the monster stopped to look up at his favorite body in the sky brought front in admiration.