She shrugged. "There are legends about my ancestors being able to do something like it. They used it to escape hunters, if the stories can be believed." And she more or less believed them. An oral history was a complicated and messy thing. But there was enough truth in it to satisfy her.

Not that she had the best relationship with the truth.

All that was quickly forgotten, though. Because she was startled to hear Loki...was he? Was he really offering to tutor her? Surely a prince and a god had better things to do with his time but...

That was certainly what it sounded like.

Me? She thought it, not quite realizing that she was projecting her thoughts toward him. Would someone like him really waste his time on someone like me? That would be beyond anything I could have hoped for.

Meanwhile, out loud, she nodded. "Yes, I am seeking an instructor."