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

Valdís listened with interest as Ásvor spoke of their similar cultures and she felt her cheeks alight with heat as the other complimented her name. No one had ever told her that her name was lovely before. "It does seem they are similar." She nodded eagerly. "Yes, Freyja! Who takes the dead to Fólkvangr! I had almost forgotten… we've lost touch with many of the old legends and traditions." She gazed wistfully at the sky then grinned at the mention of her companions name possibly having something to do with wisdom. "I believe it, you seem very wise to me!"

tucked away nice and warm in the den she hoped they were far enough from the river so as not to incur any of its wrath. It would all depend, she supposed, on how much rain the clouds decided to let loose on them. Ásvor mentioned that she was born close to these lands and spent most of her childhood in the area until their pack disbanded. "Do you think your pack will ever get back together again?" She didn't want to press to much but she was genuinely curious. A loud crack of thunder echoed overhead as the rain fell down in a steady rhythm. "Rats…. I was hoping maybe the rain would just pass us by. What does your family say about the rain? Any interesting stories?"