RL with Freyja

[stem_the_tide]

James shut his computer with a click, exhaling thoughtfully through his nose.  He had not entirely intended to volunteer himself to be this goddess's 'company,' whatever that meant, but that was what had happened.  Not that he had any objections, really.  She was a fine lady, he was sure, and goddess or no, she comported herself with all the grace of any of London's high society ladies; one of the few sensible people he'd encountered on that blasted community.   He'd not been lying when he said he was looking forward to meeting her, but the feeling was tempered by a good deal of wariness.  It was not every day one was in the presence of a deity, after all, and James knew enough of the old stories to know that it was best to be canny.

He straightened his jacket, making sure the brocade aligned properly upon his chest.  It never hurt to look one's best, after all.