Honeyed Pasture inferno

Things became very intense, very quickly. Not only did this woman accept her comment about having odd dreams - but she even accepted that this young, dark, strange girl had dreams of her very husband! How odd, or so it seemed to Saga, that there were so many individuals with such agreeable natures in this wild place. 

But things took a turn. No sooner had the gray woman accepted these facts, that she was asking Saga to name her first born child! Saga, of course, was flabbergasted. She knew in her heart of hearts that what she dreamed was not of what was to come, but rather, what was. Somewhere out there was a gray man with golden eyes, and the powers-that-be would eventually expose him to her. She stood with her eyes wide and mouth hinging with surprise, tongue-tied by the request.

To her people, ones birth-name was held close and dear, but nothing compared to the name a child earned. Her moniker of Sjaseidr was precious to her, almost sacred to her people. She did not openly share it because of the disdain she always expected from less superstitious or spiritual beings; but now Saga wondered if she should follow the path the name presented to her. Clearly she was encountering more witches than she could have ever fathomed.

I uh, I don't believe it is my place -- she began to backpedal, her head shaking a little as if to say, nope nope nope, but the thoughtful look upon the other woman's face made Saga pause. But if you... If you let me speak with Szymon, I will give you a name.