Gyrfalcon's Keep stained glass

Stories were sought next. But alas, the high priestess did not know many.

Mm, She hummed, thinking of a way to replace what she lacked. Stories of the old gods and goddesses were kept with those we called Smiðr: storytellers that knew much of history, and perhaps weaved tales of their own creation. These things she did not know, for she had never been a storyteller. I know not of these stories, but only of the various holy deities we call our own. Them, and of their children. The ways they bless us, and the ways we can bless them. 

Which did she want to know, if any at all?