When she spied her king in the distance, she smiled faintly, quietly uttering a few words to Hjordis.
Be prepared, Tyr is told to be the God of War.
While it was just a little bit of information, it was something very important in their little world on the island. Lilja's smile grew to a playful grin as she side-eyed the woman at her side, watching for her reaction.
Finally his voice broke her mental silence, and she shifted her attention to the Skǫrungr. With a dip of her head, a bow of respect, she offered her own greeting.
Skǫrungr, this is Hjordis. She hails from our roots. I found her skirting the beach on the mainland.


