Hushed Willows álfardómstólinn

Stjornuati's reaction to this young pretty little thing was encouraging to Valmúa. The girl's reaction was not as good. She seemed awkward and strange, and Val didn't think it had anything to do with a bashful nature. The girl asked if they, assuming their marriage, were here to harm one of her pack mates. The sister narrowed her eyes at Stjor, wondering in silence the fuck did you do? She then turned back to the young woman.
I am his sister, she snipped, careful to make sure that she inserted the his in the sentence. Being around her brothers, she found that at times, her language would falter into more of their patterns of speech when she was around them. She would leave out words that were important for the southerner's understanding. Her voice was crude and a touch rude given the inclination she might be fucking her brother, but the misunderstanding made some sense. Though the rust-coated northerner flared her nose, she quickly resumed a harmonious tone of voice.
We have our þjóð... people at the Watch. We come to say hello, she explained. Really, they came to see what was up. They were looking for resources. For Stjor, it was herbs and animals and whatever else, while Valmúa hunted for women like Izumi.