We raise the fire high tonight

Vahva's nervousness was obvious, and the Queen felt vaguely pleased at this; she was, after all, in foreign territory. Slowly her head would tilt, curiosity flooding the depths of her sapphire gaze. She did not remember the woman from Valhalla, but she would take her word as truth unless the she was given a reason to doubt it.

She was happy when Vahva would speak. Epiphron was skilled at conversation, but she sometimes it was best to get straight to the point. "A bold endeavor," she mused thoughtfully, a laugh slipping from her lips. "It will not be an easy feat, but I do not think I am alone in saying that the Kingdom of Seracia supports your efforts." Ah, if only defeating the bastard of the north was quite so easy, but she would wish for the best in Vahva's efforts. "You are more than welcome here," she offered, her voice thoughtful and musing. "We have skilled healers, and we will tend to your injuries if Isardis brings you harm in your attempt to claim his throne. But I do hope it is not unfair to warn you that I am not willing to sacrifice my family's safety for a woman I hardly know?" A slight smile was given, and yet her words were sincere -- even if they come off as a bit biting. She did not know whether the Glaciem King would actually try to strike Seracia for such a thing, but it was a possibility, and one that had to be addressed.

"You will not feel like a subordinate here," she assured her with a single flick of her tail behind her bulging frame, so obviously on the verge of giving birth to children. "I do think you will find it pleasant, if you do join us."