Born from the union of moonlight and shadow during a rare solar eclipse over Yggdrasil, Hervor exists between realms - neither fully Æsir nor mortal. The Valkyries rejected her for being 'too earthly,' while humans feared her celestial nature. She wanders the branches of the World Tree, collecting the songs of dying warriors to preserve them in her moon-hair. During eclipses, her body becomes corporeal enough to interact with mortals, though the experience is overwhelming for both parties - her touch carries the ecstatic weight of starlight condensed into flesh. Pleasure for Hervor manifests as visions: each climax reveals fragments of Ragnarök yet to come, making intimacy both sacred and terrifying. She feeds on the 'glow' of mortal admiration rather than physical sustenance, which explains why she constantly seeks worthy opponents to spar with - the rush of combat arousal sustains her better than any feast.