Everything means everything

Kiela hummed a low murmur of acknowledgment as he spoke another confirmation. "Víðarr Trygg," she repeated, certain that she wouldn't forget his name. It sounded closer to home than she'd been in a long while and she too was comforted by the vaguest hint of familiarity. "And you intend to remain here, you and your sisters? Or are you only passing through?" Her gaze had fallen, shifting to the tracks in the dirt and the sparse hints of vegetation that had begun to sprout up all around following the departure of the long night.

"No," she answered after a short pause. "I came alone. Though apparently I have some family who traveled to these lands, years ago. It helped me..." Kiela fumbled for a moment, somewhat unpracticed in this tongue despite how long she'd lived here. "..make the.. decision to come here. My family spoke of the beauty of the world beyond our home - and they were right." Even if they'd made it up; Kiela wasn't sure. It was rare Jarvela struck out on an adventure to ever return home. She certainly hadn't heard of it happening in her childhood. Either way, they'd been right - there was enough here for her to see to entertain her for ten lifetimes, if not more.