sparks fly high when steel meets steel

Úlfr mulled over the word in his mind, searching for the source of it. He was certain his mother had uttered this word before but with each passing day her voice seemed to become more distance and it frieghtened him. Perhaps that was what pushed his increasing interest in the lands of his heritage. Even if he was not her child by birth he was her child by spirit. Mother Valdís had been roguish and ethereal, seeming to belong nowhere and to no one but his mother Ásvor. Ásvor of the Finnvi and the distant northern tribes. It was she that had taught him what he knew of the gods but in his youth his mind was far more interested in other things. How he regretted not giving more thought to her lessons. Growing in him was a greater desire to head back to Ásvor's home land. To learn from those that had taught her.

"Only a distant memory. It dances on the tip of my tongue but I can not speak it. I wonder, will you enlighten me?"