Danger, perhaps. [Yes.] But strangeness is a matter of perspective. I was simply... born into poor circumstances, and eventually I took my chance and ran away.

[She says this without pride or triumph. While Nyara's glad she left, it's meant new dangers and more complicated uncertainty, even before arriving suddenly in this New Jersey. And of course there's the prospect of being caught after having fully committed to defiance.]

My teacher and friend told me of this sort of thing. [She's not letting on that she's carrying said teacher-friend with her, but there's a certain pride or wonder in the words. Most of the hallucinations are of people or things Loki knows, but there might be a moment, also, of a tall, scarred old woman standing with Nyara, laying her hand over the girl's.] She said that normally there is the chance to return in time, but that for the unfortunate that can take years. It must be terrible to be uprooted so many times.

What does a god of mischief... do? [Need's explained, too, that all kinds of terms that mean specific things in Velgarth may mean other things elsewhere.]