'Mythris...' She nodded, her eyes following his glance towards the woodlands she had traversed from.

Tyr... Tyr? Well met, Tyr. Of the Æsir? She did not comment, yet offered a glance nearly disconcerted. The fur of her flank began to twitch, prickling with unease. Is it some regular occurrence for deities to be banished here? How badly she wanted to ask; yet, she refrained.

Siru had only heard of Yggrasil and its legends. The gods and goddesses of the tree's flanks were but names upon a scroll; no. No, this man is surely not the Tyr. Perhaps he had been named after the god of war. He was not the god of war himself.

The Forest Maiden let out a soft breath, her eyes drifting towards the island he'd gestured to. It seemed pleasant. A small corner of the world away from whatever chaos ensued on the mainland; she turned to look at the chimeric sire with the ghost of a smile. It's strange, she began, twisting her ear towards the undulating shoreline. I was full of nothing but questions when I'd first arrived here.

She turned to look at the sea, taking a few languid paces towards it. Yet, now that I have a source for answers, they elude me. Soft-hued eyes stared off towards the horizon, the hazy line where sky met sea.