Sun Mote Copse conflagration

SUDDENLY REMEMBERS THEY'RE RELATED?!

As she is scrutinized, Saga watches the guardian carefully. She diverts her gaze from the stranger's face, but watches their body, studies it, and finds it pleasing to some degree. They are a rugged being with a warrior's spine; much like her brothers, even perhaps her mother, and Saga is dimly desirous to know of this entity's origins. Thankfully she does not have to ask — she does open her mouth to give thanks for the escort, but finds that words fall short when the woman introduces herself.

Daughter of Ragnar. How can this be? Perhaps there are a myriad of men who call themselves the same, to pay homage to a great warrior. Or maybe her grandfather was more prolific than anyone could have recalled? But the names, and the manner in which Ragna introduces herself in general, makes the hair on the back of Saga's neck stand up. She lifts her gaze from the woman's body to her face, and looks there for clues. With wide eyes she proclaims, I am Saga, daughter of Brynhildr, descendant of Ragnar. She runs her tongue across her lips and finds that her legs feel weak, but she stands firmly on the spot, not yet ready to depart upon their journey around the copse and into the north. I.. I don't know what to say, for it was hard for the dark girl to process such a spontaneous revelation.