Spreading Your Love From The Tip Of A Sword [AW]

Ásvor was no idiot - she knew to be wary around strangers, especially ones who seemed a bit larger than herself. Her pace was wary as she drew closer to Valdís, her nose wrinkling as she tipped it up and sniffed the air. Nothing about her was familiar, though her gray markings reminded her vaguely of some of her siblings. Lately she found herself wishing they were together again, though if this was the way the gods intended it, so it must be.

'Can I help you?' she'd ask, and a slight smile would touch her lips. Could she help her? Quite possibly. She was reminded of the time she'd met that woman named Lyre who'd asked if she wanted assistance. These were both odd questions to ask someone, and Ásvor wondered if they were simply out of courtesy rather than actual willingness to help. The girl considered it for a moment, head cocked to the side. "I don't know," she answered after a moment, voice airy. "Can you?"