Bo chuckled softly. "Seiðr," she said slowly for him. "It was a form of sorcery practiced in Norse society." Suddenly she sounded like Trick, and she couldn't help but think that he'd be proud of her if he'd heard that. But he'd have to be alive for that. She still wasn't over his death or her mother's death. They had both deserved so much better than that.

"You know, I have no idea! It would actually be cool if they were." And then she was missing Tamsin. She wished Tamsin could see this just so she could laugh at, or be really weirded out by, this situation of Bo being Freyja.