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It was possibly too early to tell, but Solveig began to carry herself as an expecting mother regardless, and took note of the light fluttering and gurgles deep in her belly that were familiar to her from years before. She began eating more, so that she might give birth to fat and healthy babies when the time came, fearless of the pain it would inevitably cause her. 

She swallowed down the last piece of the fish she had caught, and licked her lips thoughtfully as she heard Tamar's voice raise. "Ah!" She said, as if she knew immediately why it was that the woman sounded so merry. Of course, she would likely have many reasons- but Solveig knew what the voice of a happy mother sounded like. It could only mean one of a few things, so she moved with an eager step to meet the woman not far from the borders. 

At her shoulder was a young woman, with warm, earthy tones to her pelt and a kindly look to her face. She looked to Tamar and smiled. "Hael og sael," She greeted, more for the newcomer than for Tamar who had likely heard the introduction before. "Ahh, and this must be one of your daughters, yes? Let me look at you- ah, Tamar!" The leader said a happy exclamation, turning then to the mother. "You make beautiful babies- just look at this one!" She praised.