Gyrfalcon's Keep holding me tight in our final hour

It was her desire to be mother indeed. And so it would be.

Bowing her muzzle low to the small pool nearest her feet, Asvoria allowed the water to soak. Then she would reach to place her nose upon Atka's forehead. May Freyja, Goddess of love and fertility be with you, making your desires possible. 

Should your womb take seed, you will know the great Goddess has touched you. In which, a high honor has been bestowed upon you. For what higher honor was there, then to birth children in this place?

But if not, they would know it was not meant to be.