Her mom had named her for her coloring and the blossoms that had gleaned along their quiet home. A place where a shy woman feared the world, but loved her family.
Well met, Tyr.
She listened ears forward. Gods. She wondered if he followed the gods her mother had coveted or she followed a different set. Her mom's a balance of dark and light. Nature and nurture.
She blinked surprised. oh but are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose? And I didn't bring an offering for your gods.