Norðrljós

*Neith* · 01-09-2016, 01:39 PM

Eisleif was disturbed by the sound of the howl first, her bright violet gaze would blink open expecting to find darkness but she was greeted with an incredible light. Curiosity would draw her up, and with care she would disturb her sleeping daughter to bring her along. She wasn't sure what kind of meeting this was, but if anyone needed to study up on the ways of their people it was Neith. Her daughter was a viking, she was born into this culture and she wanted her to embrace it like her mother couldn't Neith wasn't against their ways, and she followed them to the best of her ability, but she was not born into viking blood and the connection would never be as strong.

She would give a soft smile to each wolf gathered as she came to take a seat by the old story teller. The woman had been a life safer, helping to watch out for her ridiculously adventurous and independent little sleepy head. She'd nudge the bundle of fur a little closer before taking a seat herself. "Good evening," She'd say with a softness that the night seemed to demand.
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