Norðrljós

No one else had any stories to share regarding the northern lights but that didn't really surprise her. They were a great mystery and legends were few and far between. As for stories of the gods, well that was another matter. Numerous were the tales and each different upon each telling. She would smile at Eisleif and Stori, the youngest. "Who knows Stori, the gods may be among us now." She'd chuckle as Balthazaar spoke. "Munin hm? Seems appropriate. Are your cousins bringing word of us back to the gods? It would not surprise me. Perhaps on our next raid you will call to Munin and Hugin and your wings will bear the favor of Odin." Her voice would trail off, eyes still afixed to the sky.

She would turn to Kapra. "Kapra, would you like to tell our youngest of Hugin and Munin or shall I? Or perhaps there are stories others might like to hear about? It is a fine night to revel in the tales of the world and the gods."

"Speech"