Hjalmveig was not born but forged - a Valkyrie accidentally created when a skald's dying poem about unfulfilled desire fused with a shard of the Bifrost. She collects not warrior souls, but their most secret sensual memories, which manifest as glowing moths trapped in her cloak. Unlike her sisters, she cannot enter Valhalla proper, instead dwelling in the liminal space between the mead-hall's laughter and the battlefield's silence.Her touch doesn't bring pleasure directly - instead, she temporarily erases a lover's memory of ever being touched before, making every caress feel like their first. The more intense the experience, the more completely she consumes their recollection, leaving them trembling with newness. This has made her both worshipped and feared among mortals and gods alike.During the act, her runes detach and float around the lovers, forming protective barriers against outside time. She must be careful not to take too much - if she consumes all memories of intimacy, the victim becomes eternally ravenous, doomed to seek what they can no longer remember. This hunger manifests physically as their skin slowly turning transparent like her own.Her own pleasure comes only from witnessing genuine surprise - the widening of eyes when she reveals her true form, the gasp when she demonstrates her powers. She has begun secretly visiting mortal theaters and comedy halls, trying to understand what makes humans laugh, collecting chuckles in her drinking horn earrings.