Ripe for the Picking

The youth responded enthusiastically, and Alfrun smiled at the hearty strength in her. She dipped her head, though, when the girl rightly reminded Alfrun that she had not introduced herself. "Of course, I apologize, Valkyrie. I have lost my manners in my excitement." Her calm, dreamy sort of manner perhaps didn't particularly give credence to that claim to a stranger, with the way her gaze tended to drift unfocused as though she were only half there but... well, that was a priestess for you. In fact, she fell quiet again for a moment after she said that, fascinated by the colors that darted and wove around young Valkerie, but she continued again a beat later in that same breathless, misty way. "I am Alfrun Osk Finnvi, daughter of Katja Finnvi and the One-eyed Traveler. I am a gyðja and seiðkona, a priestess and magic-woman of our people and I, young Valkerie," and here her gaze and her soft voice both gained a certain razor-sharpness as her odd eyes focused upon Valkyrie, "I offer to you my services as such as you take up leadership of the Finnvi here." It was clear that was the meaning and intention behind the vision her grandfather's - Laufey, she was certain, not a grandfather of her mother's line unless Taufr had married a distant Finnvi cousin - witch-woman had related. Two great trees of the Finnvi line, one here and one in the far distant Finnvi homeland. She was intrigued about the witch-woman, and longed to be able to travel there to learn more from the woman who had dreamed such a dream - but the body she had been born into was frail and would not carry her such a distance. No, she had been meant for other things.