A young female voice caught her attention, but it was moreso the fact that the girl knew her name. Iðunn swiveled her head, ears twisting forward as she gazed upon the girl, icy blue eyes squinting slightly. The striping was familiar, as were the eyes. An almost long-forgotten memory tugged at her, and slowly realisation dawned upon her as she remembered who it was. It had been too long.
"Thyri," she said smoothly, rising up from the bank to move closer to the girl. She had grown much since Iðunn last saw her, now fully an adult and capable surviving on her own. "The Old Gods have blessed us this day." What luck to run into a cousin so soon after deciding to seek them out. Perhaps they were not as disappointed or angry with her as she had thought.
She idly gazed upon Thyri, glad to see the girl seemed to be doing well for herself. "How long has it been since you left our homeland?" She was still young, younger than her and her other cousins had been when they left. Had she come alone?
