Blacktail Deer Plateau Cedar Waxwings in flight

"If we brought them goods, and perhaps left you there to work and learn their ways, I think they would realize very quickly that you are made of good stuff," Solveig answered. She was a mother who saw good in her daughter- a caring, quick to learn individual, who worked quietly and eagerly, who never needed to be prompted to do anything (except apparently, go out on a date) and who was a natural with children. She felt certain that Thyra would be an excellent representative, and that it wouldn't take long for her to attract the eye of a man who might possibly follow her home. 

Solveig had done it- and she felt certain her daughter could too. 

"Perhaps we could start with something else, hmm? Invite some of them here for a hunt near our lands, so they might see our new stronghold, and perhaps they might bring with them someone whose ear you could whisper into?" She suggested, leaning in to whisper the last few words in her daughter's ear, before laughing. She paused to scuff her feet against the ground.