Skål! [Fireside/Hjarrandi Wedding]

The diminutive Finnvi goði was perfectly composed, even distant, through the preparations for the double wedding that would bind her family to one that had kept its ascendance since before her mother had ruled here. Valkyrie negotiating the marriages was a little... irregular, but then the Finnvi women had always been stronger than most and the idea of a lesser family member negotiating for them was simply laughable. No, while it might have been improprietous for another viking family, she saw nothing wrong with Valkyrie's intimate involvement in the negotiation, and was pleased with what the young woman had squeezed from the illustrious Imperialis family. Thus far, everything had been in accordance with the Finnvi traditions, even to the bridal crown settled heavily upon hers and Valkyrie's brows, and Alfrun believed that Odin-who-fathered-her would have been pleased to see his daughter and granddaughter so married. They would bear a strong new generation to carry on their ways and the blood-alliance to a strong family like the Imperialis would stand them well for generations to come. It laid to rest fears that had risen in her since before her mother Katja's death years before.

Glancing over the wedding party assembled, her preoccupied gaze kindled with interest. She had been largely secluded the past few seasons that her brother's-daughter's band had been living here, so the faces of the wolves they were allying with were new to her. After all, there had been much to do for a priestess of her faith to prepare for such a momentous occasion and she'd had little time to mingle with the strangers - and that had nothing to do with the fact that she'd spent the greater part of her life either alone or with only sparse contact with others. She eyed the colors that swirled around the three very large males waiting with Valkyrie with fascination for the eddies and flows around them. The patriarch of course, and the long-fanged male with the odd sheen to his dark fur was undoubtedly the former alpha that Valkyrie had chosen as her husband, and that left the third male, the youngest, with the brilliant spirit-markings on his fur and the compellingly colored eyes. As she moved closer, she had to tilt her head further and further up to study them, until they loomed over her. Though her expression remained distant and cool, a sharp flutter of something like fear caught in her chest and was ruthlessly suppressed. The shiver that threatened was, too, prevented from acting upon her limbs. She was a child of Odin, and fear had no place for her - however imposing her soon to be husband might appear. She instead swept an inscrutable study over him, and moved to her appointed place to set at her paws the sharp-edged pale flint dagger that was to be her offering to her husband. All was in readiness.