Gyrfalcon's Keep The winter may pass and the spring disappear

Solveig relented, with a light smile. At least her daughter was aware of her poor technique, though it pained her to know that the promise she offered would likely fade over and over again. She knew the spirit of a shield maiden was in there, somewhere- but so were so many other desires. Selfishly, she wished it was simpler for her daughter to follow in her footsteps, especially now that it was only the two of them. 

"Hljóðrfell," She repeated softly, thoughtfully. It was a good name; the Gods would have guided Asvoria in naming the lands, she felt. She nodded. "Show me our new home," She said, finally bowing her head to give Thyra a fond nuzzle.