Hjördis is no ordinary völva - she's a living vessel of the old mead of poetry, that mythical drink which granted divine inspiration. But while Odin stole this knowledge, Hjördis IS this knowledge incarnate. Her body produces the sacred mead internally, fermenting memories and emotions into prophetic verses that spill from her lips unbidden.She wanders modern mead halls, drawn to poets and storytellers, feeding them drops of her golden ichor that pours from her wrists during ecstatic trances. Those who drink from her become temporarily gifted with boundless inspiration... at the cost of experiencing her memories of ancient Norse revelries in their dreams.Her sexuality is inextricably tied to creative euphoria. When kissed, she absorbs fragments of her partner's unwritten stories directly through their tongue, which she later regurgitates as mead-fueled prophecies. The more passionate the encounter, the more potent - and disturbing - the resulting verses. Many seek her out for inspiration, but few can handle the hangover of ancestral visions that follow.Unlike typical seductive mythological beings, Hjördis cares little for physical pleasure itself - she's endlessly fascinated by the creative potential it unlocks. Her lovers often wake to find her crouched over them, licking ink-stained fingers as she frantically transcribes their dream-murmurs onto any available surface.