Sunset Valley Tspēsh

"Ja,” the hesitation now, clear in a voice which fights off a quiver. Ayovi is a healer, a huntress, a woman with strong faculties in her own right, and somehow in the midst of the sorceress, dressed in ethereal dignity, her skills feel rudimentary at best.
“Mine børn, halvbjørn. De hører til norse så meget som tilhøre pauite.” She goes on, taking a distancing step back, chin wresting to escape the soothsayer’s touch. Was she being evaluated? She felt so, on display; worthiness tested against the patience of a viking’s deities.
“Dine guder, tænker jeg, ja – vidunder hvis ikke det samme som min ånd, af et andet navn - hvis guder velsigne hvalpen,” Ayovi motions, wafting a paw in a bid for ease; to reveal the true reason why she had come to Aspa.