Norðrljós

She would be distracted from the colors as Inga was quick to greet them, and mention what she'd done. Eisleif might have been groggy but she was far from upset that she'd been led out here. Doing her best to be the greatest viking she could be the young girl would copy Inga's greeting instead of her mother's this time. "God kveld, Inga." She'd reply with another dip of her head. While she was distracted the young she wolf would see the gaze of the scarred Kapra looking down on her. She wouldn't show him her fear, but puffed her chest up and raised her chin like a brave viking would. She had to prove to Stori that she was just as good if not a better viking than he was. Just because his mom was a deity didn't make him any better than her. Those thoughts would be shaken from her head as Inga explained the lights above them. They were the bifrost, the bridge between here and where the gods took up residence. Eisleif would stand quite stoically, obviously feeling a great respect for the sight she'd bear witness to.
"Shmirsh"