Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
"Right." Halla nodded. "To the armory then. And then we can go." He turned toward a door on the far end of the room, gesturing for the others to follow.
Seven glanced at Gary, looking a bit tentative. "What do you make of this? It feels real, and you never really know it when you're dreaming, right? What if it isn't overactive imagination?"
Seven glanced at Gary, looking a bit tentative. "What do you make of this? It feels real, and you never really know it when you're dreaming, right? What if it isn't overactive imagination?"