Gyrfalcon's Keep Hrafn Vǫrðr

Vae looked upon the smaller, pale woman and the Guardian who came with her with kind eyes. 
A soft smile upon her void-dark maw as she dipped her muzzle in greeting "I am Vaettir. Is Hljóðrfell also of the Gods? of Odinn, Thor, Freyja?" She asked, hope tinged on the edges of a calm, almost-unpresent-sounding voice. 
She wondered now of her long-lost cousins, if they were here...yet she withheld this inquiry. 
"Ah, pardon...I come from the Deep North, once from Clan Brunhilde." She added, to hopefully add clairty that the Witch before Asvoria came from a similar background, should the High Priestess know this implication as Vae hoped she would.