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Solveig’s smile grew, to hear Eivor call out in a song with the intention of goading the Shieldmaiden into belting out a line that would make the other parents within earshot reach to cover their children’s ears. She listened along, her merry green eyes lifted up as she listened to the rhyme, bobbing her square chin along with the rhythm.

The game evoked memories of her youth- and while she had once received a hearty clout from an elder Shieldmaiden for repeating the song to younger children, she’d returned the gesture and sung it back even louder, much to the amusement of the other warriors. 

”-and my guards are too few!” She belted and laughed, casting a glance to her mate, her teeth bared in a bearish grin. 

”So come now axe-wielder, your blade keen and strong,  come to my dark chamber and-“ She eyed the others around for a reaction, whilst canting an ear toward her companion so she might catch the next improvised line.